Harry Styles Imagines [Book 1]

63.) Christmas Eve

Y/N's POV

Its Christmas Eve and I still haven't got anything for Harry. First reason: he wouldn't let me. Second: its freaking snowing outside and its freezing. Lastly: the malls are all closed. How lucky am I!

I was staring at the fireplace while thinking about this. Where am I supposed to get a gift for him? Because I know he got something for me that worth a thousand and what do I got him? A piece of cookie? My goodness, Y/N.

I was at home right now and Harry is outside, putting the christmas lights. I can't go out because like what I said, I can't stand the cold.

"Y/N!" I heard him shout.

"What?" I yelled back.

"I really need your help, you know? Please, come outside. Wear a jacket or something."

I sighed and stood from my comfortable place. I grabbed my thick coat and put on a gloves. Then I walked out.

I saw him at a ladder that was leaning on the wall. The tip of his nose was red and his lips were very reddish. It looks kissable actually. "Okay, I know I'am hot but staring at me won't do anything. Come!" He even have the guts to tease!

I walked towards him and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Just hold the ladder. It moves everytime I took a step." I did what he said and hold the two legs of the ladder tightly. Then I looked up at him. He puts the christmas light on one of the hooks and did it to the others.

"You know we will remove that after Christmas right? Which is tomorrow." I reminded but he didn't answer.

Minutes later, finally he's finished. He went down slowly and carefully and when he's close I let go of the ladder. He exhaled as I saw smoke coming out. Fuck, its freaking cold.

Harry noticed it and grabbed my hand, leading me inside. I thought we were going to stay here but he just tap the switch on and we went outside again. He looked at the Christmas lights with smiling eyes and a grin on his face. He looks like a kid who just got trapped in a twenty one years old body.

Then after staring at it, we entered the house again, the warm engulfed me as soon as we stepped in. Thank God! We sat on the sofa and stayed quiet. But then he wants to have a conversation.

"Why do you hate cold?" He asked and slowly removed the gloves on my hands.

"Because I don't want to freeze in death." Its true! That's my biggest fear, freezing then dying. Ugh!

"You're ridiculous." He chuckled while he played my fingers, soon tangling them in his. "I prefer cold than hot. I don't like sweating though I know I still look hot while sweating, right babe?"

I blushed and my eyes widened for a second. But I recovered, "You're full of yourself, you know?"

"I just learnt from the best." He winked and we both laughed.

He put his arm on my shoulder and pulled me closer. I put my head on his chest and breathe through my nose. He smells good. I frowned when I remember I don't have a gift for him but I decided not to show it to him, "What do you want for this Christmas, Harry?"

He looked at me and stuck his tongue out, "I know that move, babe. It doesn't work on me. And my answer is still no."

I frowned and pursed my lips, "If you won't tell me, I'll just buy any thing for you."

"Let's see if you can try but you won't and you can't. Because I'm not gonna leave you alone and the malls are closed." He smiled widely but I got a poker face. He's annoying!

"I'll still find a way through that."

He laughed, "Fine! But still you can't."

I rolled my eyes and cuddled closer to him, "What if I got something for you? What will you do?"

"Hmm, maybe I won't stop tickling you." He poked my side and I gasped loudly. I sat up straight, away from him. My eyes widened. "You're cute."

I was still looking at him with a shocked expression. He did not just do that! "You..." I can't even spoke. He poked it again and this time I screamed. "Harry!"

"What?" He poked me again and again until I'm laughing.

"No!" Laugh. "Ha-" Laugh. "-rry! Get off of-" Laugh. "Me." Laugh. I finally get a hold of his two hands while I panted. "Don't do that. Again."

"Then don't buy anything for me if you don't want." His look was challenging.

"No." I answered bravely.

His smirk widened, "No? Well, what will I do?" He raised his eyebrow and tickled me again. I squealed-laughed and stood up away from him but he chased me.

"Harry! Stop!" I exclaimed, "This is not-" I was cut off when I was pushed againts the wall, a hand snaking on my waist. "-funny."

He leaned closer and I closed my eyes tightly and so were my lips. He won't stop me from his torture. I felt his lips on my ear, "All I want for Christmas is you." He sang slowly and I opened my eyes.

His green eyes were bright and wants to tell me something. I sighed and gave in. I put my arms around his neck and leaned closer to him, our noses touching. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"So its okay if I'll be your gift?" I looked at him seductively.

I felt him gulped but nodded, "That will be the best gift ever."

I grinned widely and pulled by the collar, giving him a long kiss. "Merry Christmas, Harry."

He kissed me back and nodded, "Merry Christmas, Y/N." With that he carried me to our bedroom.

A/N: I'm very sorry if this is so short. I'm already sleepy and I can't think straight. I didn't got the chance to greet Louis on twitter and IG so I'll just greet him here; Happy Birthday, Louis and Merry Christmas, I know he wouldn't see this but whatever. He won't still see it if I greet him in Twitter and IG. What's the difference?

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