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48 | (Where Do I Begin?) Love Story

Hello lovelies!!!

I wanted to post this chapter before the weekend, but I couldn't get a chance to do it (since it's a Christmas chapter). I'm excited for you to read this one. This chapter has a few songs to it, because there isn't a 'specific one.' You'll understand why later on.

Also, please don't forget to vote and comment, because I love reading the little things you write in between.

So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one, my darling rosy tulips 🌷

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Serenity.

"Merry Christmas, baby love," a soft voice whispered to me, squeezing lightly at my waist.

Turning in my spot, my eyes struggled to open in the dark, but I was met with a sleepy, smiley Harry. His emerald gems were still sparkling through the tired state he was in.

"Merry Christmas, Tiger," I spoke quietly, and he nuzzled his face in my neck, placing a delicate kiss upon my skin.

"It's midnight. Had to wake you," he said with a slight grin.

He was so happy.

"What woke you? Was it the reindeers and Santa on the roof?" I teased, and he giggled.

Leaning back in, he hummed against me, nodding slightly. "Yeah, that's it. They were so fucking loud. Haven't got outside to check in case he's putting my present under the tree."

"What makes you think it's a present and not a lump of coal?" I spoke lightly, and he pulled back to give me a pearly grin.

"I've been so good this year, sweetheart. An innocent angel."

"Yeah, that's some straight up bullshit, right there," I said, and a loud laugh escaped his lips.

"Shhh, you'll spook Rudolph and the rest of them," he whispered.

"Oh, I will? Says the man who just laughed."

"M'just so happy," Harry mumbled sleepily, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.

"How's about you and I get some shut-eye, and we can laugh some more in the morning," I suggested lazily.

"Okay, Essie," Harry softly said, pulling me closer to him. His ankle wrapped around mine as I felt his breath on me. "Kissy?"

"Sleepy kissy," I spoke softly, placing my lips briefly on his before pulling back.

And that night, he scooted as close as he possibly could to me, his arm resting on my waist, and fell into a deep sleep. I followed right after, with one thing in mind: this was going to be the best Christmas.

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"Breakfast time, baby. You're still asleep?" Harry said, enthusiastically then collapsed on top of me. "Wake up, wake up. It's Christmas!"

That was my proper wake up call.

The weight of his body was a little too extreme atop of me. He was a very muscular guy, and I've carried men in the past, but not in this position.

"Harry, get off of me before I hurt you."

"Ooh, kinky," he teased with a chuckle. "Come on, get up."

"Don't boss me around, Styles. I will wake up whenever I want," I mumbled, snuggling further under the covers. I knew I had to get up, especially because it was Harry's special day, but I was so comfortable. And it wa—