All I Want for Christmas

December 6th

Faith's POV

I have no experience whatsoever in picking out Christmas trees. My family was always apart of buying the fake tree from Target or Walmart, that gets re-used every year until something breaks or all the fake needles fall off. Never in my life have I went actual live Christmas tree shopping. In fact, I didn't even know that the state of Texas would actual sell real trees.

But apparently according to Anne, it was a Styles' family tradition. It started back when Gemma and Harry were young, and it has continued every year since. Anne felt that the holiday's were already filled with fake, plastic, unconventional Christmas decorations, traditions, and even people. So, she decided early on in her children's life that she would try and give them a real life Christmas. A Christmas filled with loving traditions and people.

Hence why she insists on buying a real Christmas tree every year. To keep up with her ideals.

I felt bad partaking in the family tradition in place of Gemma. But Anne assured me that Gemma insisted I go in her place. She said that Gemma felt I was just as much part of the family as anyone else, and that my opinion would matter just as much (if not more).

Anne and Harry came to my house to pick me up in the afternoon, and we all rode together to the tree farm on the outskirts of town. Harry drove while Anne sat in the front seat. A Christmas playlist that Harry had made specifically for Anne on his phone played throughout the car.

I watched from the back seat as Anne sang and clapped along loudly to the music, while Harry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with a soft content smile on his face. Every now and then Harry would look in the rearview mirror at me, catching me staring at him. Whenever our eyes would connect through the mirror I was always quick to clear my throat and turn away to look out the window.

The curly headed fuck has not left my mind since I came back into this town. And he certainly has made me feel things that I have not felt in a long time. Things that have me questioning every decision I've ever made.

When we finally make it to the tree farm we all pile out of the car and pull our coats closer into our bodies to try and conserve heat in the bitter cold. The tree farm smells of Christmas time. Everywhere are families of all sizes and ages shopping to find that perfect Christmas tree. The sight of all the families partaking in their own traditions makes me smile.

"Welcome!" A country voice calls out to the left of us making us all snap our heads in the direction. "Thanks for coming to Terry's Tree farm! Is there anything specific you folks are looking for today?"

The man speaking to us is around mine and Harry's age, maybe a little bit older. He is wearing jeans and boots with a big puffy coat. He had on ear muffs and gloves, and a giant smile on his face. His giant smile and warm eyes automatically make him attractive at first glance.

"We are looking for a tree that will last until Christmas. I know we are here shopping early." Anne says warmly while stepping closer to the man.

Harry and I follow her lead and take a step so that we are on either side of her. All of us standing close to the friendly man. He towers over Anne and I, so we both have to lean our heads back to look at him. Harry on the other hand comes up a couple inches shorter.

"Are you Terry?" I ask out jokingly making him look away from Anne and over to me.

When he looks at me his smile automatically widens, and his blue eyes quickly rake across my face to take me all in. "No ma'am, I'm not." He says with a chuckle, all while keeping strong eye contact with me. "Terry is my grandfather, he owns the farm. My name is Tanner."