Ant and Dec One Shots

Stephen's Christmas Present For Ant And Dec

It was a crisp December evening when Stephen sat at his desk, carefully sorting through the stack of photographs he'd taken throughout the year. Each picture was a snapshot of something precious: moments of laughter, quiet affection, playful teasing, and the warm bond that Ant and Dec shared. He'd spent months capturing these moments, some so intimate and small that Ant and Dec didn't even know he was there.

There was one of Ant and Dec sitting together on a park bench, sharing an ice cream, their faces lit up with joy. Another, taken from a distance, was of them walking along the beach, their hands brushing against each other's as the sun set behind them. Stephen had even caught a candid moment of them on set, laughing over a joke only they seemed to get, their eyes filled with a shared history that no one else could touch.

Stephen smiled to himself, carefully placing each photo in a little album, one he planned to give them for Christmas. It wasn't just a collection of pictures; it was a collection of memories-of a friendship he had watched grow stronger every day. And the more he saw, the more he realised how special it was.

The big day arrived, and Stephen nervously waited for Ant and Dec to gather in the living room of their shared flat. He could barely contain his excitement. He'd printed each photo on high-quality paper, the colours popping, the moments preserved in time. When they entered the room, he greeted them with a grin, holding up the photo album.

"Alright, mate, what's this?" Dec asked, raising an eyebrow as Stephen handed it to him.

"Open it," Stephen replied, his voice warm with affection. "It's for you both."

Ant and Dec exchanged glances, then flipped open the album. The first picture was of the two of them at the beach, and their eyes softened as they took in the image. "I remember this," Ant said, smiling fondly. "It was such a good day."

"Yeah, but you weren't supposed to know," Stephen teased, looking at the next photo-a candid shot of the lads in the garden, lounging together in the late afternoon sun, laughing at something off-camera. "That one's my favourite."

The next few pages held more moments, some familiar, some not so much. There was one of Ant and Dec asleep on the couch, wrapped in blankets with their heads resting together, a quiet moment of peace. Another was of them at a pub, their backs to the camera, but their laughter ringing out clear and loud. Some pictures were distant, captured from across a park or down a hallway, taken with a skillful hand but from far enough away that they hadn't known they were being watched.

Stephen felt a little embarrassed as Dec raised an eyebrow at one of the more distant photos, taken from what seemed like a stalker's distance. "What's with the zoom, Stevie? You creeping around the bushes, mate?" Dec chuckled, nudging Ant.

Stephen laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just... wanted to capture you two in your element, you know? A little quiet, a little unobserved."

Ant grinned. "I think you're starting to get a bit obsessed, mate. You're giving us all the creeps." He laughed, nudging Dec. "What's next? A picture of us brushing our teeth?"

Stephen laughed along with them, but then he grew serious, his gaze fixed on the album. "Honestly, I didn't take these photos to freak you out," he said softly. "It's just that... sometimes, the best moments aren't the big ones. It's not the big trips or the grand gestures-it's these little moments. These things you don't even realise matter."

Dec's teasing smile faltered as he listened, his expression softening. "What do you mean?"

Stephen took a deep breath, his eyes flicking over the album. "Money can't buy happiness. It can't buy moments like these. It's the tiny things-the way you both look out for each other, the way you laugh at a dumb joke or just sit in silence because it feels right. It's those moments that make you who you are."

Ant and Dec were quiet for a moment, looking through the pages again, their faces soft and thoughtful. Then Ant spoke up, his voice a little more serious. "You've been watching us, haven't you?"

Stephen smiled and nodded. "I guess I have. But it's not creepy. It's just... you both mean so much to me. You've been there for me more than anyone else. I wanted to capture that. To remember it."

Dec chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Stephen's hair affectionately. "You're a good one, Stevie. We're lucky to have you." He flipped to the last page of the album, a final picture of them standing together on a rooftop, arms around each other, looking out at the city lights.

"Yeah," Ant added softly, his voice full of warmth. "We are lucky."

Stephen's heart swelled at the words. "Merry Christmas, guys," he said, his voice a little thick with emotion. "I hope you love the album."

"We do," Dec said, his tone sincere. "Thanks, Stevie. This is one of the best gifts we could ever get."

Stephen smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. The photos, the moments, the laughter-they were more than just pictures. They were memories of a friendship that had, unknowingly, become his family. And as he looked at Ant and Dec, he realised that these small moments-captured forever in those photographs-were worth more than anything money could buy.