Christmas Love (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Harry and I get back in the SUV. Harry asks the driver, "Do you mind taking us to the closest tree lot?" Harry wraps his arm around my shoulders, "Am I putting too much pressure on you to get a tree? I know this must be hard for you. We can get a little one if it helps. We could always get a plant--" I cut Harry off by placing a finger over his lips, "You're not pressuring me. I'm actually kind of excited. I miss the smell of them." The driver pulls into a parking space and we get out. I stand in front of the tree lot captivated; there are hundreds to choose from. Harry laughs at my facial expression, "Where should we start?" I point to the back where the six foot trees are. "If we're getting a tree, we might as well go all out." Harry adds, "Go big or go home." Harry points to the first six foot tree he sees, "What about this one?" I shake my head no, "There are holes in between the branches." Harry points to a different tree, "This one doesn't have holes." I laugh, "But it doesn't have a good top for a tree topper." Harry points to the next one with a smile, "This one has both." I smile back, "Let's get it." Harry leaves for a minute and comes back with an employee of the tree lot. The worker places the tree on a wheelbarrow and pushes it to the front of the lot. He trims down the stump and slides it in a bag. Harry asks, "Mind if you help me get the tree on top of that SUV?" I stare at Harry as he lifts the heavy tree, the vein in his neck prominently pops out. Harry refocuses me, "Ready to go back to your condo to decorate?" Harry gives the worker a tip, and I thank him, "I really appreciate it." The worker gives me a slow nod, "No problem gorgeous." Harry holds his arm out across my chest to block me. Harry says in a harsh tone, "Excuse me? I'm with her." The work holds up his hands to surrender, "Chill dude. I didn't know. Sorry." I grab onto Harry's arms, lightly pushing him, "Let's get in the car babe." In the car I try to calm him down. I can't help but smile, "You're cute when you're protective and mad." Harry's facial expression lightens, he laughs, "I don't know where that came from."