Harry Styles BSM

65. Nightmare at Christmas DDM

Were back in doing DDM's.. yay!!!So in this chapter, the age must be like below 10 years old so that it would work perfectly with the way I've written it. Enjoy xx

Harry's P.O.V
I waited for Y/N to be asleep before I crept down towards the lounge to put my presents for her under the Christmas tree. Well scratch that, I haven’t been able to wrap my gifts actually, and I can’t ask my wife to wrap these gifts because she too is busy wrapping hers. So climbing down the stairs, I brought with me this huge box containing the gift wrappers, gifts of course and the things I’ll be using in gift wrapping.

Since, it’s still not that late, I turned the television on and decided to have a good movie marathon while I am wrapping presents for everyone. First, I started with my gifts for the 1D family, followed by my gifts for Mom, Gem, Dad and to the other relatives or whoever would want it and of course to my lovely wife, and lastly, my presents for Y/N.
Since, I wasn’t home during her birthday and her graduation day, I’ve added extra gift for her just to make it up to her every time I’m not with her.
It’s actually a bit sad you know when I’m away from them, but you gotta keep working for them. It’s great, doing the things I love, with the people I love, but sometimes, everything gets a little too much. Like when you’re stressed or tired, and you’re seeking for your family’s company and all you’ve got was the road. But its all good.

Stopping for a little break or two, in between my gift wrapping sessions, I have here with me, my whole plate of cookies. Well actually it wasn’t for me, it was for ‘Santa’ as Y/N, said. She wanted to give ‘Santa’ some snacks as her way of saying ‘Thank you’ for all the gifts she receives, but little did she know, I was the one behind everything.

But that’s fine. I won’t spoil her happiness, since she’s just a kid. Hell, I stopped believing at Santa when I was eight years old. I even had an argument with my sister if Santa’s real or not, but in the end I ended up crying. Haha.

Once I was done wrapping her, 1,2,3,4,5,6 six presents from me, plus the other presents, I put everything under the tree and decided to put gifts or candies on the stockings hanging onto the fireplace.

Dusting off my pants I was about to take another bite of the cookie placed on the plate beside the fireplace when

“Daddy?” a small voice called me. I stopped whatever I was doing and looked at the stairs only to find my daughter standing there rubbing her right eye as her left hand was clutching the plush toy I gave her last year.

“Hey sweetie, why are you awake at this hour?”

“What are you doing daddy?”

“Nothing sweets”

“What are you doing with my stocking?” she asked.

“I was just checking” I told her. She looked down and her eyes widen

“Daddy, are those candy wrappers?” she asked

“Oh yeah. Where did that came from?“ smooth one Harry, smooth one.

“Are you the one putting all that stuff into my stocking Daddy?”

“Well..”

“So it’s true then” she said, with a frown on her face

“True what honey?” I asked her crouching down so were at the same eye level.

“What Freddie is saying, Santa isn’t real” she said. Oh no. I’m gonna have to call Louis later.

“Honey, Santa is real.” I said making her to look up at me “No he isn’t. it was you, you’re the one putting all these gifts into my stockings and under the tree. Santa really isn’t real.” She said. My poor baby. I just ruined her childhood. Hahaha.

“Honey, it doesn’t matter if other people don’t believe. If you believe he’s real, then he’s real and if you don’t, then he isn’t real.” I told her. “Do you believe in Santa Daddy?”

“Well, of course. In every home, there is a Santa.”

“Then I believe in Santa too” she said. Smiling at me.

*gasps*

“Daddy, did you ate Santa’s cookies?”

“Woops.”