The 1975

Chapter Eighty-Seven || Have a holly jolly Christmas

Date: December 25th

Location: Manchester, UK

"I think-" he started to say but I shook my head.

"We're not naming our puppy Kurt" I hissed and he laughed then cupped my face.

"We need something with meaning" he said softly running his thumb along my bottom lip. "How about Julian?"

I lightly laughed giving him a strange stare. "Why Julian?"

"Because when I met you you said you liked the strokes and I knew then I had to have you" he said my heart melted, I was such a baby so I just buried my face in his neck while he laughed at me.

It probably wasn't the whole truth, he probably just wanted to hook up with me when he found out we had a love for a mutual band but it was nice that he remembered the first day we met, the conversation we had.

"Julian it is" I nodded then thought to myself how odd since Julian is the love of my life and I got a photo with him that day.

"Okay now we have to get ready to leave so can you go wash up?" He asked and I jokingly rolled my eyes as I walked off.

It was scary how quickly things could change.

When I strolled in the room I gasped slipping my hands over my mouth and started backing up when I felt arms slip around my neck.

"Merry Christmas baby" he chuckled in my ear then pressed his cold lips to my temple.

"Matty" I laughed turning back to face him. "Thank you"

"I know you wanted the other one but I figured this one was much suitable for you" he smiled so big it made me burry my face in his neck again.

Sitting on our bed was a Celine Luggage Tote.

I know you guys are probably like Abigail it's just a bag but it's one of my dream bags and it was black and pretty and Matty had it all set up nicely.

"No it's perfect, you're perfect I love you so much" I nodded then smashed my lips on his.

This was everything, this moment meant everything to me and he was absolutely amazing.

"We have to get dressed" he laughed against my lips.

"No" I smirked then started trailing kisses down his body. I managed to peel off his shirt without him stopping me.

"Love" he moaned as I unzipped his pants.

"It's been far too long" I smirked and he just threw his head back. It was a season of giving, he could pay me back later.

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It's always so scary to wear white.

I had this gorgeous white dress I bought just for Christmas dinner but as I slid it on I thought of how badly I would ruin it today so I slid it off and went rummaging for something else.

My heart and mind settled on a burgundy ribbed dress that had a high turtle neck and was sleeveless. The material was thick so I wouldn't freeze to death and since we were driving back to Manchester I had the wool coat to wear over it.

For shoes I just settled on black Steve Madden pumps, for my hair I just curled it since it was looking a bit flat and for making I just went slightly dramatic but still subtle.

I would most likely cry tonight.

Once I was done I strolled out into the living room only to find George.