HarryForVogue's Christmas Celebration Stories

What a Sight for Sore Eyes* (Harry and Miriam's Christmas Blurb

HIIIII, welcome to yet another Christmas Celebration Fic, this time with Harry and Miriam! this blurb is about a company christmas party and two people who just cannot keep their hands off of each other. I hope you like it!!!!!!!!! as always, tell me what you think!

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Miriam smiles at one of her coworkers who has just entered as she leans, placing her hand on Harry's knee under the table. "Please stop shaking your leg. My champagne is going to spill," she says through her smile, nodding her head in acknowledgement at another coworker.

Harry stops immediately, pulls his chair out enough to ensure no part of his body is touching the table, and then begins bouncing his knee anxiously again.

Miriam frowns, reaching for his hand this time. He looks very handsome in his black suit, his hair swept out of his eyes, and his nails painted an iridescent color. His usual makeup is a little lighter, the eyeliner less bold, his usual dangling earring swiped out for simple black studs. Despite all that niceness, he still looks around the room anxiously.

"Harry."

"You said 20 people," he answers quietly, jaw tense. "There has to be at least 50 people here already. And I thought it was just for dinner."

"It's a Christmas party," she explains gently, tapping his knuckles with her thumb. "Look at me." When he does, she sees the anxiety in his light green eyes, the side of his face that's facing her now red and green from the bright Christmas tree behind them. "There's going to be music and a little dancing and food. You don't have employee parties?"

"I do," he says under his breath, squinting his eyes when he sees the Christmas tree behind them light up. "But we just go out for karaoke and I sit there with my drink waiting for the night to be over. I think the last time I had a party with my coworkers was in Los Angeles and I took about three smoking breaks."

Harry refrains from telling her about his panic attack that same night.

"Well, there's no karaoke here or cigarettes, so it may feel weird at first, but it'll be fine. I'm here."

He turns to her and his eyes visibly soften, his shoulders falling. "Yes. You are. Thankfully."

"Good! I'll get us some drinks."

Harry watches as she slips her hand out and begins the walk to the bar. He's left alone with his thoughts and his bouncing knee.

Not a lot of time passes, but it seems like forever. When he glances at Miriam over his shoulder, he sees that there's a bit of a crowd surrounding the bar and he swallows roughly trying his best not to become overwhelmed by the loud chatter of people and the bright lights that seem to keep finding him. Miriam wanted to sit by the Christmas tree and he's not the type to let her down, but the lights are not giving him a headache and with every pound of his heart, he feels more and more likely to ask around if anyone has a cigarette.

He loves Miriam and he loves supporting her. He just wishes there were other ways to do so than coming to a company party. The thing is that Miriam loves all her coworkers and she wanted to introduce him to them.

He just...didn't expect a whole party.

While he waits for her, Harry tries to focus on his breathing, reminding himself that it's just a party and he doesn't really know these people so he won't show off his awkward social skills to anyone.

This relaxes him. Harry enjoys his talent for invisibility.

Miriam told him that instead of being fearful of his surroundings, he should appreciate them. So as he waits for her to return with drinks, he clasps his hands in his lap and looks around the room, specifically at the things that bother him so he can find an aspect about them that he could possibly enjoy.