Christmas Songs
Niall: He waited, as always, till Christmas Eve to wrap your presents. He had told you to go on up to bed and he’d be along shortly once he finished wrapping a few things. And if you knew Niall (which you did) it would be hours before he came to bed. So you laid there, listening to him moving down around the living room for a while and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. He was singing and trying to be quiet about it. You tiptoed down the stairs, pressed against the wall. You poked your head around the corner and you pressed your hands to your mouth, heart slamming into your rib cage. He had a small box in his enormous hands and rolling it around, eyeing what to wrap it in. There was ribbon across the table and you just tried to pictures Niall’s giant fingers fumbling over a bow. Jesus, did you love this man. He was sitting on the couch, a Santa hat on his head. There was paper and tape everywhere and random boxes scattered at his feet. You listened for a moment, trying to figure out the song. It was Michael Buble, of course, He was Niall’s favorite to sing. Cold December Night, if you remembered correctly. You watched Niall chomp into a gingerbread man, singing between bites and smiling to himself. He was so adorable and God, did you love him., “They call this the season of giving,” he sang, dropping his voice down an octave, “I’m here and I’m yours!” He finished raping the first box and took the ribbon and tied a pretty red bow on top. “I am hers,” he said softly to himself, his eyes bright. “I’m here, and I’m hers.” He shook his head as if in disbelief and moved for the next box, the smile unable to fall from his lips.You didn’t need anything for Christmas or ever again. You felt the same as Niall. You had him and that was all you would ever need. Unable to take it, you moved into the living room and curled on his lap, kissing his jaw. “You okay, baby?” He asked, securing you more firmly on his lap, his eyes adoring your face. Okay wasn’t the word to describe it you were wonderful, and it was all because of him.
Harry: He loved the classic Christmas songs. He used to love caroling with his mom when he was a kid, but with the tour, he hadn’t gotten to do it in ages. So he just decided to sing to you tonight instead. But, he didn’t think Christmas was properly rung in until Mariah got to sing her song. That didn’t mean Harry didn’t get to sing it either, louder and higher than maybe she could. So he stood there, pointing at you on the couch as he sang ‘All I want For Christmas is You’. And damn, was he so freaking cute singing and shaking his hips like that. You laughed, falling back into the couch. “Why are you laughing!” He yelled, breaking his own rules and chuckling. “I’m being utterly serious!” You shook your head and grinned. Harry loved you, you knew that. And he knew how crazy you were over him. But all he wanted was you? Damn, now that, that was inconceivable. “You don’t believe me, do you?” He frowned, eyes falling. He knew you had self esteem issues, and that was fine. He was there every step of the way to make sure you saw yourself through his eyes. It was easy to only see flaws, but to Harry, well, you were perfect.”No I do,” it was a lie and you both knew it. Sighing and scrubbing a hand over his face, he sat down next to you. “Babe,” he said gently, his kind eyes all over your face. “No present would ever make me feel as happy as you do when you hug me in the morning. No gift would ever be able to fill me with joy the way you do when you say ‘i love you’”, he squeezed your hands and kissed them, watching your shoulders relax. “There will never be anything on this earth that could give me the feeling when you do by just saying my name, or smiling at me. You are the ultimate gift, the ultimate dream, okay?” You were crying now and a harry kissed each tear away. “There will never be a greater gift than your love. So yes baby, all I want for Christmas is you.”
Liam: The snow was so thick Liam could hardly see. He didn’t mind though, it was so cozy inside by the fire while he drank hot chocolate with you. Classes were canceled, he wasn’t going to work either. That meant he had all of tomorrow to play with you in the snow and warm you up after. And Liam had some very specific, very explicit thoughts on how to do just that. But for now, you were curled into his chest warm and cozy. The stereo was playing and “Let it Snow” came on. He grinned. “Perfect timing huh,” you giggled, kissing his jaw. “But the best part is you don’t have to leave tonight,” he pulled you to your feet and into his arms. He was a romantic, so when he saw an opportunity he took it. Slow dancing by the fire while a blizzard raged on seemed like the perfect thing to do. So with his husky voice at your ear, Liam moved you both around the room, singing to you. He was a confident dancer, moving your bodies like you were one instead of two. His hand was at the small if your back and he waltzed you around the room with ease. “But if you really hold me tight, all the home I’ll be warm,” he sang, pulling you flush against his chest and smiling wickedly at you. You linked your arms around his neck and he kissed you, getting lost in the lushness of your lips. “I’m feeling a little cold baby,” he said mock shivering, “I’m gunna need to you warm me up,” he took your hands and slid them up his shirt and grinned. “It’ll be my pleasure,” you winked, tugging him to the floor and running your warm mouth over his suddenly shivering skin.
Louis: "You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch!" He shouted from his side of the couch, laughter spilling past his lips. This was his favorite Christmas movie and his favorite Christmas song. He dropped his voice down, making sure he got it to be as deep and as silly as the singers. He tickled your feet, as he sang, and you exploded with laughter. This was what Louis lived for. Cold, winter nights with his best girl, warm soup in front of him and a cozy sweater. You both had thick, wool socks on and were huddled under a blanket, his hands rubbing over your legs that were draped into his lap. It’d been snowing all day, so Louis suggested a Christmas movie marathon. You had, of course, leapt at the idea of being able to snuggle in his arms all day. That’s exactly what you had done. Even getting out of bed was a challenge when he was so warm and his lips were so soft and his arms held you so tenderly. It’d taken till noon to get out of bed, and even still you just traded places for the couch. "I wouldn’t touch you with a 34 and a half foot pole," you sang together, watching Jim Carey slink across the screen. There was something about this that made Louis heart stop. He could see you doing this five years from now with your kids, and then even your grand kids. But most of all, Louis saw himself old and gray, rewatching this movie and laughing about this moment right now when you were young and in your twenties. But Louis knew that 60 years from now he would still love you as he did now, through all the Christmases and holidays. You were it for Louis. As the song drew to a close, he kissed your fingers and said, "I can’t wait to have 60 more Christmases just like this."
Zayn: He was feeling more Christmasy this year than he ever had. He’d been gung-ho with decorating, baking, gift wrapping and the Christmas lights. Your house, you told him, looked like a miniature north pole. He laughed and kissed your nose, saying that’s exactly what he had wanted. ”Have you been a good girl this year?” He teased, grabbing your wrapped presents out of the closet. “I have!” You exclaimed watching the pile grow and grow. Zayn went overboard this year but he couldn’t help it. He was too blessed. “I know for a fact that you have not,” he said dryly giving your ass a smack. You’d done something wicked in bed the other night and Zayn had revoked your good girl status. You were utterly naughty. Not that he was complaining.”Yes! I love this song!” You turned up the radio as ‘Merry Christmas Baby’ by Springsteen came on and Zayn grinned. This was one of his favorites too. ‘Merry Christmas baby, you sure do treat me nice…’ He grabbed your hips and spun you across the wooden floors, his own voice adding into the mix. The snow was thick outside and Zayn had his best girl in his arms. If you asked him, he didn’t need anything else for Christmas. He watched you dance around the living room, his eyes adoring you. Was there anything better than this? He kept singing, propping himself against the couch as you continued to dance. All he knew was that since you came into his life, his days has been filled with more light, more singing and more happiness than he ever dreamed. Giving into the emotion, he danced with you, not caring if he looked like an ass or not because for the first time ever, Zayn found someone who totally and completely accepted him.
