kalopsia [harry styles]

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FALLON COLLINS 

My apartment was the epitome of Christmas. I loved decorating, it was the best coping mechanism I had. There were fairy lights behind my couch, casting a soft warm glow around it. Stockings lined my bookshelves. My plates in my small dining table had been replaced with holiday plates, and there was a small Santa figurine in the center.

There are some plushy red and white blankets on the edge of the couch, and there's a small Christmas tree beside the kitchen bar and the couch, nudged right between them. It seemed to fit perfectly. 

Everything seemed to have its own touch of Christmas, and I loved it. It felt like home.

"You were really serious with the whole loving Christmas thing" Harry notes as we step in. He looks around, taking everything in. His eyes dart everywhere, stopping for a flitting moment to the array of pictures that had Faith and me. He doesn't show any emotion, but I can see the clench of his jawline when he sees her. 

Harry despised her, it didn't take an expert to notice it. He didn't tell  me much though, I assumed out of respect for me. 

"Yeah, I was. I told you I loved Christmas" I note, trying to take his attention off the pictures. "Do you want some coffee maybe tea?" I ask, taking off my shoes and coat. I place it on the coat rack, making sure that it doesn't slip before making my way to the kitchen.

 I'd left on the heater all day, so the place was warm and comfy. The slight scent of the Gingerbread cookies I'd baked seemed to linger in the air ever so slightly. 

Everything seemed so... nostaligic. I couldn't help but miss when my own family would gather around the tree with hot chocolate to open our presents. That reality seemed so far away now. 

"I'll have some tea, please" Harry mumbles, taking on his own coat and shoes before putting his gift underneath the Christmas tree in the corner.

I eyed him for a moment, watching as he stared at the tree for a few seconds. He seemed extremely deep in thought, his brow furrowing for a few seconds. His shoulders seemed tense, more than normal. 

The bottom of the tree wasn't really filled with a lot of gifts. I had a couple for Nadia, some for my boss as Rossy's, the one for Harry. That was about it. Harry seemed to examine each and every one, but it didn't take him long; it wasn't as if there was a lot to admire. 

I took my time putting on the kettle, filling it with water and then taking out everything to make the tea. I used my special kettle with my Christmas teacups, smiling as I made everything. It brought this level of comfort. Even is everything was going wrong, when it was Christmas it didn't matter that much. 

When the water was boiling I went ahead and put the tea in, placing everything on a tray, then taking it out to the small living room and putting it on the coffee table every so slightly. 

Harry sat back on the couch comfortably, an un-lit cigarette between his lips, he'd taken off his jacket, leaving him in the knit sweater. His hair was messy, he'd been running his hair through it a lot more recently. 

I didn't say anything as I grabbed my phone, connecting it to my Bluetooth speaker to play background Christmas music. When the song connected and "Jingle Bell Rock" Sounded across my apartment, Harry groaned, tilting his head back into the head rest and between the fairy lights. They illuminated parts of his hair, making the dark brown lighter. 

"Are you serious? This is over the top, Fallon" He complained, but I knew he liked. Ever since the ice skating rink he'd started to grow a lot fonder of Christmas. If he hated it then, maybe he disliked it now. It was progress.