Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty Three: Christmas

    I wake up to Harry pressing light kisses all over my face and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

    I grin and slowly open my eyes to see the beauty in front of me. His green eyes are shining and his smile is wide, his lovely dimples out on display.

    “Good morning gorgeous,” he says.

    I blush and snuggle into his neck. “Merry Christmas,” I mumble.

    “Merry Christmas love.”

    My heart flutters at the nickname. We cuddle in bed silently, my face tucked into his neck. It is truly a perfect moment. The sun is out surprisingly, shining down on the two of us and Harry is so warm. I want to lay here all day.

    I’m about to fall back asleep, but Harry’s not having it.

    “We should get up,” he says. He starts to card his fingers through my hair but neither of us move.

    “Why? We have all day,” I reply, not bothering to open my eyes.

    “Because it’s Christmas, silly,” I can hear the smile in Harry’s voice.

    “So? We’ve got nowhere to go,” I yawn.

    “The hundreds of Christmas movies on TV today say otherwise.”

    I smile into his neck, “Carry me.”

    I squeal when Harry suddenly jerks me into his arms. He gets up quickly and I grab a hold of the thick, fluffy comforter as he carries me to the living room. I feel the rumble of his laughter through his chest and I can’t help but to laugh along with him.

    He sits on the couch with me on his lap and I tug the rest of the blanket so that it is piled up in my lap. He and I struggle to get situated on the couch, our limbs tangling with each other and in the blanket.

    Harry ends up on top of me and the blanket is between us. He’s laughing hard and he looks flawless as usual. He is all that I could ever ask for and more.

    “What?” the smile is still on his face when he catches me staring.

    “Nothing,” I say softly, brushing some of the hair from his forehead.

    “Mmm...okay,” he hums. He leans down to capture my lips with his. I sigh with content against his lips.

    “Shall we start then?” he asks after he settles down on the couch behind me and pulls the covers over both of us.

    “We shall,” I say and click on one of the many Christmas movies Harry has been recording just for this day.

    Most of the day is spent watching Christmas movies. Harry makes us Christmas tree shaped pancakes for breakfast and they are delicious. I eat until I feel like my stomach is going to burst and cuddle back on the sofa with Harry. Between Harry’s warmth and my full tummy, I fall asleep in pure bliss.

    When I wake up from my nap the sun is dipping down behind the tall building. I rub my eyes and sit up on my elbow. Sometime during my nap I turned around and now I’m facing Harry. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even. He looks so peaceful in his sleep. I brush my thumb over his cheek and trace over his lips.

    “My peaceful boy,” I whisper.

    “Do you always talk like that when I’m asleep?” Harry surprises me by asking.

    My cheeks burn with embarrassment and I cover my face with my hands.

    “Aw, Ni,” Harry chuckles and tried to pry my hands from my face. I refuse to let him.