𝘈 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩

05

Doncaster, December 23th
3 dias para o Natal

“I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you, yeah

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
(And I) don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby

Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
(And I) I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
(I) I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click

'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby

Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere (so brightly, baby)
And the sound of children's laughter
Fills the air

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you, please, bring my baby to me?

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Oh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas
Is you (you, baby)

All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby”

A música soava pelos alto falantes do shopping trazendo à tona as canções e cantigas de natal.

— Espere um minuto, eu já volto!

— Louis! — Niall o chamou ao ver o tamanho da fila, com diversas crianças.

— Acalme-se, Niall — Disse ao loiro andando rapidamente até uma das poltronas em que Harry aguardava seu filho sentado.

— Louis?

— Você quer sair comigo? — Louis perguntou repentinamente para o cacheado. — Hoje.

— O que?

— Saí comigo, Harry. — Pediu — Em um encontro.

— Louis, eu..

— Por favor — Implorou — Sai comigo, Hazz.. e se você não gostar ou se arrepender, eu juro que não peço mais.

— E-eu.. é claro que eu aceito! — Sorriu animado — Eu quero muito sair com você, Lou.

Tomlinson suspirou aliviado e puxou-o para um abraço apertado, suas mãos envolviam a cintura de Harry, enquanto o mesmo entrelaçou seus braços no pescoço do homem vestido de Papai Noel.