How Harry Styles Stole Christmas [Harry Styles]

How Harry Styles Stole Christmas

This is a very unusual story about a very unusual young man.
Who, for some odd reason, hated Christmas just about as much as everyone hates fruit cake.

In the small and cheerful town of Chesire, England, lived a very lanky and sullen boy by the name of Harry Styles.
Harry was constantly going on and on about how 'Christmas was a waste of time' or how 'Only pure morons would celebrate this blasted holiday'.

Most of the population of Chesire had heard stories of why Harry was so adamant on hating Christmas.
Some say he lost a sibling on Christmas Day when he was young, others say he simply didn't get what he wanted from Santa Claus as a child.
But only one person knew the truth and that was Harry himself.
He very rarely left his house -which was on top of one of the highest hills in Chesire, far away from the general public- but when he did, it wasn't good.
He was constantly causing mischief but he has never once gotten caught.

The biggest problem with Harry Styles being anti-Christmas was that the whole town of Chesire adored Christmas.
On Christmas, the people of Chesire were so happy and cheerful, two moods that Harry Styles never was.
There were constant parades and joyous festivities but Harry did not attend any of them.

The whole town was booming, day after day all of the malls were packed full with people buying gifts for their loved ones.
People went crazy over all of the sales and everyone was super excited about shopping for presents.

Everyone except for Belle Belue.
In Belle's perspective, Christmas is the time for being with family, not racing everyone to the store to buy loads of gifts.

Belle's parents had dragged her along Christmas shopping with them (even though she had refused).
They had just recently moved to Chesire so they didn't have many family members to buy for.
Just her aunt and uncle, and then her parents, her, her older brother Tommy, and her younger sister Alaina.
"What about this for your aunt? Belle? Honey, are you listening to me?" Her mum was persistent with her.

"What? Yeah, that's great."
But the thing Cindy was really thinking about was that she needed to leave this store.
It was way too crowded and it smelled of sweaty feet.
"Mum, I'm going to go outside and get some air." She said to her mum.
"That's fine, honey, just don't be long. I need you to help me find something for your father." Her mum said, only giving her attention to Belle for a minute before she turned and began fighting over a blouse with another woman.

Belle ambled outside and sat down on the closest bench.
'Why, oh, why were people so caught up in the material things at Christmas time?' She thought to herself.

Harry, on the other hand, was not stuck in the crowded store, looking to find the perfect present for each of his family members.
Because he didn't keep in touch with his family members and he definitely did not shop.
And he definitely did not like being in town, especially at Christmas time.

Harry sat up in his small cavern house at the top of the hill.
He was bored stiff, which he is most of the time.

He was perched up in one of his favorite chairs when he heard something.
Like a peck on his window and he went into action.
He went to the room where all of his dogs were and made sure to pick the largest, scariest one.

He led the canine towards the door and opened it, ever so slowly.

He peeled his head out and saw 4 teens, 2 of which were fairly close to his house.
'Ah, so they like adventures do they?' He thought to himself, 'I'll make this very adventurous for them.'