Harry Styles Imagines

43. Christmas Dinner [Personal]

This one is for you, taylorswift13lvr. I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I finally finished it and it's the longest one I've written so far! I hope you like it! Lemme know what you think X

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The wrapping paper crumbled underneath my fingertips as I tried to wrap up the last present. I've never really been good at wrapping up presents, always tearing the paper apart or not using enough paper to cover the whole package, but this one had to be perfect. It just had to be. If it wasn't, I was doomed. I had met Harry's mother before, but me being the shy person I was, I still felt like I needed to prove I was worthy enough of her son. So wrapping up Anne's Christmas present perfectly was me trying to prove exactly that.

Carefully tying the little bow with shaky hands, I smiled at the final result. It could've been better, but I was happy with. Let's just hope Anne would think the same.

Standing up from the ground, I stretched my legs before walking toward my closet. I looked through the window next to my wardrobe and a smile appeared on my face. Little snowflakes fell down from the sky and the scenery outside was something picturesque. I absolutely adored snow, although it was cold and wet and dirty, the small cotton-like pieces made everything look so incredibly beautiful, that I just couldn't take my eyes off of it.

As I turned back to reality, I realised I really had to get ready, Harry would be here soon and I wasn't really planning on going to the Styles' Christmas dinner in my ripped jeans and a hoodie.

Browsing through my clothes, my gaze fell upon one of my favorite dresses. I hadn't worn it much, but that made it even more suitable for this event. The fabric of the dress was soft and the deep red colour made it perfect for the Christmas theme. Quickly taking the piece of clothing off the hanger, I laid it on my bed, before shuffling to the bathroom and getting rid of my clothes.

An hour later, I found myself in front of the big mirror in the room, getting my earrings on and taking one last look at my reflection. In that exact moment the sound of the doorbell echoed through the entire house and my heart jumped in my chest.

He was here.

I made my way to the front door, slightly wobbling on the black heels I was wearing - I still needed a bit of practising to become a pro on heel-walking - and opened the door.

The first thing I noticed was that it was colder outside than I had suspected, a wave of cold air hitting me straight in the face as soon as I opened the door. The next I saw was my boyfriend of 3 years standing on the porch, a boyish grin covering almost his entire face. Harry's body was covered in black trousers and a white shirt. On top of that he was wearing a new red blazer and his hair was a bit messy from the cold winter breeze. He looked stunning.

Leaning in for a kiss on my cheek, he greeted me and I could already feel my knees giving in at the smell of his familiar cologne.

"Beautiful as always, Meredith," Harry said and as I could feel my face heat up at his words, he sent a sweet smile my way, making the tingles in my stomach worse. This man and his charming words, I swear...

"Let me just get my purse," I mumbled, still feeling a little flustered. How he could still make me feel hot and bothered with only saying three words and just him standing in front of me after being together for 3 years, I still didn't know. He had secret magical powers, or something.

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The ride to Anne's house wasn't really that long, an hour tops, and it was filled with light babbling from the two of us and music playing softly through the speakers of the car.