Harry Styles & Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Gift of Joy (H.S. Christmas)

A personal favourite.

* Your first Christmas in London. You, your best friend, and Shawn live together *
*(Y/F/N) = Your friend's name

Your best friend nudged you. "I think the new employee is British. He hasn't spoken much yet, but he looks British."

You wiped flour off of your striped apron annoyed with the long shift you had to work at the bakery on Christmas Eve, "I'm pretty sure he's British."

"You think he looks British too?!" She whispered excitedly.

"I think that we live in London, and everyone except us and Shawn are British ." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh right.. I forgot. Speaking of the devil, my shift is over and Shawn is here." Your friend smiled looking toward the shop window that became illuminated with headlights.

"We are going skating at midnight! Want to join?"

You sighed. "As much as I love third wheeling with you two, I'll pass. My shift ends soon, but I have to clean up. I'll see you back at the flat tonight."

With a warm goodbye hug and her leaving the store with mittens on, you admired how pretty the Christmas lights in the window looked with the glittering snow falling.

Remembering cleaning up, you went to turn around, and slammed into something.

Or someone...

"I'm sorry, I thought you left. I heard the door close." The (your friend's point proven) British boy said nervously with a crimson displaying on his cheeks to match his apron.

"That was (y/f/n), I have to clean up shop. There isn't much just some flour on the counters." You spoke trying not to blush yourself.

His face dropped. "Oh I can um.. do that if you'd like. It's Christmas , I imagine you'd like to go home."

"My family lives in Canada, and my roommate is going to be gone for hours. I could say the same about you." You tilted your head, your thoughts wandered into his green eyes, you also took note in the silver airplane necklace he was wearing. "It's okay, I've got it."

He thought for a moment, reaching his large hand to his head to fix his beanie, then closed his eyes in what seemed like frustration. "I could help you if you'd like."

"Alright.." you looked to his name tag, "Harry." Unable to resist, you agreed and went to the kitchen to grab a dishcloth.

"Wait I-" you heard a raspy low voice behind you.

But it was too late, you had already seen the all too massive mess in the kitchen that couldn't have been created by anyone but him.

"What is all-" You turned around to see Harry silently behind you with his hands covering his face. Only one eye was visible, peeking out from between his fingers.

"I um..." Harry began, dropping his hands from his face to fiddle with his rings. You marvelled at how such an attractive man could look like an innocent child. "I was making Christmas cookies."

You held back a laugh at how cute this was. "It's eleven pm. Why are you making Christmas cookies at this hour?" You asked softly and kindly, more intrigued than upset for the mess.

"I'll clean it all, and lock up too. You can go home to your fire, and tree, and stuff." Harry looked down at his feet.

You took a step toward him. "I don't mind harry, it's okay. I mean, I wouldn't mind helping you make the cookies."

His head shot up and a smile spread across his face. "You want to spend Christmas Eve.. with me?"

"I'd be alone at my flat anyhow, may as well have a little company here. If that's okay with you?"

"Yes!" He said eagerly. "That would be wonderful (y/n)! Do you think we could play some Christmas music? We could sing along, I like to sing when I'm happy, and right now I'm happy and-"

"How did you know my name was (y/n)?" You smiled up at the rambling boy.

"I um.. well... I dunno..." Harry stuttered.

I came to realization. "Oh right! My name tag."

"Not really.. I heard (y/f/n) say it earlier to you and I quite liked it."

You smiled at each other for a moment before settling in and making 4 dozen Christmas cookies. You both spent the time laughing with each other, and singing along to all of the songs on the Christmas playlist together while flicking flour at one another. Finally, the cookies were in containers and the kitchen was cleaned.

"I guess it's time to go." You said sadly.

Harry's cheerful mood diminished as he heard your words. "I guess so."

"What are you going to do with all of the cookies?" You asked him politely.

"Take them."

You laughed, "Harry I don't think you should eat four dozen cookies."

"Not for me.. um.. they're for the orphanage."

Silence fell around the two of you and you could only barely hear the snow tapping the window.

"I'll go with you." With a reassuring smile, he helped you put on your coat, and you both gabbed a few boxes of cookies.

After giving the cookies to the orphanage for the children to wake up to in the morning, you asked Harry if he would like to come over for a little while, since (y/f/n) wouldn't be home for a while yet. You explained that you didn't really want to spend Christmas alone, and Harry was happy to make a fire that warmed the room as you put on your favourite sweater. You went to (y/f/n)'s room and grabbed some clothes of Shawn's for Harry to cuddle up in. By the time you came out, there was Bing Crosby playing on your record player, a fire happily burning in the fireplace, and the room was lit with nothing but Christmas lights, and the eyes and smile of Harry. You made hot chocolate for you both and sat down on the floor with your backs against the couch and the fire in front of you. Your arms were against each other.

"I think that was very sweet how you wanted to stay late to make cookies for those kids." You told him quietly.

Harry's eyes searched your face for a moment. "Can I trust you with something?"

You nodded, and listened intently.

"I grew up in that orphanage. And I never really had much of a home. I have my own flat now, but it doesn't really scream Miracle on 34th.. but this is nice. The tree, and lights, and warmth."

"Harry, I'm sorry."

"Please don't be sorry (y/n), I don't mean to make you sorry."

With this, you leaned in and kissed his lips that were aglow with burning light.

"Spend Christmas with us. (Y/f/n) and Shawn should be home soon. It'll be fun." You bit your lip.

If you wouldn't have assumed better, you would have thought that the smile on Harry's face was the first real one that he had in his entire life.

Instead of replying, he kissed you again.

The next morning, Shawn and Harry made breakfast for you and (y/f/n). You sat together around the tree with your hot chocolate and exchanged presents. Harry announced that being with everyone was the best christmas present he could ever ask for, but he felt badly for not having a gift for you. He looked down at his feet and fumbled with his rings and his face began to smile at you. He asked you to close your eyes and when you opened them, you felt Harry's necklace being fastened around your neck. It was one of the few things he had, but you loved it almost as much as him. You wore that necklace every day for the rest of your life, and just like the never-ending colourful lights, Harry was there too.

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Written by me.
That's the first one:) I kept Shawn in it because we often incorporate all of us into the story, but if you don't like it, you can imagine it as being someone else. Let me know what you thought!:)