Harry Styles Imagines

27 - Corny Christmas

Corny Christmas

                                                           The Christmas tree is already in the living room and now it is time to put on the decoration. Classical Christmas songs are playing in the back ground while I decide where to put the next Christmas bauble. Harry walks into the living room, placing the hot chocolate he made for us on the little table.

 I don't bother to turn around instead I walk around the tree, looking for a great spot. Suddenly I feel two strong arms around my back in the same moment as I put the Christmas bauble onto the tree. Harry puts his chin on my shoulder and swings with me from one side to the other. The pompon of his Santa had tickles my cheek. His warm fingers draw semi-circles on my stomach.

  "Are you done now?" Harry mumbles, placing soft kisses on my neck.

  "No, we still have to put the angel on top of the tree." I tell him and try to remove his arms from me.

  "I don't like you sitting on top of the tree." Harry remarks, a grin forming on his face. It took me a minute to realize what he meant with that. But as soon as I get it I roll my eyes at his cheesy comment.

  "You are an idiot, Harry." I say and throw tinsel at him but hide the blush that creeps its way onto my face.

  "I'm your idiot."

  "Unfortunately yes," I sigh and laugh when I see his facial expression. Harry looks irritated, drawing his eyebrows together, "Just kidding I love you."

 I take the little angel out of the box and go on my tiptoes to put it on top of the tree but I still can't reach it. Harry lifts me off the ground and suddenly I sit on his shoulder, gripping his hair firmly with one hand so I won't fall down.

 I stretch out my arm to put the little angel on top of the tree and smile at the final result. Harry walks away from the tree, me still on his shoulder but then he gently places me on the couch. I climb off his shoulders and Harry quickly sits down next to me, handing me my cup of hot chocolate. He puts one arm around me and I snuggle closer to him, putting my legs over his lap. Harry nuzzles his head in my hair.

  "What do you actually want for Christmas, baby?" I ask him, my fingers tracing his jaw line.

  "All I want for Christmas is you..." He softly sings into my ear and I roll my eyes at him for being so cheesy today.

  "I'm already yours." I tell him, giggling.

  "Well, then I have no other wishes." Harry answers, pecking my lips several times.