𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

mistletoe: Louis partridge

(this one is going to be short)]

y/n pov:

you step back, bumping into someone. you turn around about to apologize to the person you bumped into

"hi, im sorry, didn't mean to" you both say in sync. you furrow your brows, thats weird.

"oh my god! finallyyyy, kiss!" you turn your head to see the host of the house party looking at you, the boy you bumped into and above your heads. "what?" the boy asks, you noticed he had a British accent. 

you look above the both of you, to see the small green plant with red pearls on it. mistletoe. 

you look slightly down to see the boy who towered over you, a smirk plastered on his plump pink lips. "kiss?" he asks. 

you reach up, your hand on his cheek, pulling him down towards your face. he was too tall so you had to get on your tippy toes as well. you felt his soft warm lips on yours. his lips tasted like candy canes. 

you both pull away, looking into his eyes. "names louis, what's yours?" he whispers. "y/n" you smirk. 

"well y/n, youre a good kisser, and very pretty. now you and I will get to know each other for the rest of the night," he pulls away from your forehead, a smile still on his lips. "hmm.." you wanted to tease him a little, "what if I don't want to know you?" 

"well thats too bad. im not letting you get away from me, ms.mistletoe." he stands tall, grabbing your hand.