Fool Me Again | Harry Styles

10 | Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

We headed back to the lounge, and Harry turned off all the overhead lights so the only ones left on were the strings of multi-coloured fairy lights draped over the fireplace and around the tree.

"Wow..." I drifted closer to it, slowly sipping my hot chocolate, as Harry fiddled with the stereo. "I didn't even realise how gorgeous this tree actually is until now. Who fixed it up?"

"I hired people," Harry shrugged, coming over to me as soft jazz versions of Christmas classics began to play in the background. He held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

I stared at him in surprise, but couldn't stop myself from smiling. "What a romantic gesture, Harry," I teased.

"I'm in a romantic mood," he said, taking my hot chocolate from me and placing the cup on the coffee table. Then he gently took my hand, pulled me over to the small open space right in front of the tall Christmas tree, and tugged me closer.

With Harry's hands on my hips and my arms around his neck, we slowly swayed, hugged, twirled, caressed and kissed for about three songs, before he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

His breath tickled my skin and made it break out in goose bumps, and the temptation was strong, but I whispered back, "No, I don't think so. I like it too much down here – especially the tree."

"You know I have a Christmas tree in my bedroom as well," he told me. "Even better than this one."

"Oh really?" I giggled.

"Wanna see?"

I sighed. "Not tonight."

"But it's Christmas."

"I thought you said you didn't want any gifts from me."

"I never said I didn't want any..." He gently nibbled at my jaw. "We've been apart for a month, and we've just gotten back together."

"I know."

"Don't you think that ought to be celebrated?"

"We can celebrate it some other time."

"But I'm leaving tomorrow and I'll be away for two weeks." He pulled back to look me in the eyes. "Tonight's the only time we have."

That did make me pause for a moment; being reminded that I wasn't going to see Harry for the next two weeks. There was nothing that I wanted more than to go upstairs with him, but I had meant it when I'd said we should take it slow. I didn't want to get completely sucked in like that again right off the bat – and besides, it would just make me miss him ten times more when he left.

"I'm really tired," I persisted.

He sighed, and finally gave up. "Alright. How about a nice Christmas film, then?"

I smiled. "That sounds good."

We headed to the television room, and I cuddled up against Harry as he scrolled through his movies with the remote control. "Okay," he said, "so, the best two options here are The Grinch Who Stole Christmas and The Holiday. Which one?"

"You choose," I shrugged.

He paused to decide for a moment, and then clicked on The Holiday.

I smiled. "Good choice."

"I told you – I'm in a romantic mood," he said, pulling me close.

As we watched the film, we finished our hot chocolate and then reverted to just full-on cuddling. We both kicked off our shoes and pulled our legs onto the couch, and we held on tight to each other, my arms wrapped around him as he gently stroked my back.

At some point, Harry was clearly getting very bored with the movie, because he instead shifted all his attention to nibbling at my ear and jaw and neck again. This obviously greatly distracted me, and I tried to ask him to ease up a couple of times, until it became clear that my attempts were futile.

A short while later, his fingers started toying with the seam of my dress, and it wasn't long before he'd slipped his entire hand under it and was stroking my thigh. It was very clear what he was after, but by this point I was so turned on myself, that I couldn't even summon the strength to try and stop him anymore.

The film was still playing, but all I could see and hear and smell was Harry. We were making out quite heavily by now, and he was totally feeling me up, and at last I realised that I had terribly lost the fight.

"You know," I breathed in between kisses, "I think I've changed my mind..."

"Mm?" he murmured, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"I think I actually do want to see that Christmas tree in your room..." 

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