frat alpha harry (a/o/b)

harry gets y/n a christmas gift (even when she said no gifts)

"I thought we said no gifts."

Y/N has the cutest pout on her face, one that makes Harry want to surge across the length of his bed and pepper kisses all over it until she's begging him to stop. And normally he would, but he figures that wouldn't help make matters any better, considering he fully went against their whole no-Christmas-presents rule for this year.

They decided on it for good reasons, admittedly. They're in college and broke, and they both said they would rather spend their money visiting one another over summer vacation, or even maybe go somewhere for spring break. (Harry's frat would likely be taking their annual beach trip, and while he's joined in the past, he sees a week off from classes, stress, and homework as seven days in heaven with his mate. Or, mate to-be at least.)

But the thought of not getting his girl anything for Christmas just wasn't an option to him. He's an alpha, a natural caretaker, and he just wants to give her the best, always. His financial situation hadn't changed so he was strapped for options, but he thinks he still did a pretty good job, all things considered.

"I know we did, but you deserve something," Harry replies with a shrug, pushing the shoddily wrapped gift into her lap. "Open it."

"But I didn't get you anything!" she whines with a frown. "I feel awful,Harry."

"Don't. I wanted to do this for you. Now open it, please."

He punctuates the sentiment with a cheeky smile so she huffs, doing as he asked and gently tearing into the wrapping paper. Her hands brush over the black faux leather of a small book, her eyebrows furrowed as she glances up at him for an explanation.

He swallows, his throat bobbing, "Um, it's a scrapbook. Of, like, us."

"A scrapbook?" she repeats, flipping the front cover open.

"Yeah," he nods, "I know we've only been together for a few months and we haven't properly mated yet but every day that we've spent together has just been... it's been amazing."

With tears framing her waterline, her eyes look over the collection of memorabilia from their relationship: A cute drawing of Playboy bunny ears (a nod to the night they met), a movie ticket from one of their dates, a note she scrawled into his planner one day when they were studying.

"This is beautiful," she mumbles. "I love it."

"Really?" Harry asks as he shuffles a bit closer to her, "I know it's not much but—"

"I love it." Y/N repeats, reaching out to place her hands on his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. She keeps her forehead against his. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten. Really. And I promise I'll get you something incredible while we're away for winter break."

"Don't do that. You're the only Christmas gift I want this year."

"So sappy," she giggles, "What happened to my big, strong alpha?"

"Oh, shut up."