Harry:
Harry wakes you up early in the morning, before it’s even light outside, as he does every year. You would expect the older boy to be unfazed by the holiday season, but Harry enjoyed Christmas – the presents, but mostly the food; just as any teenage boy would.
“It’s Christmas!” He whispers loudly, an excited look in his eye as he grins at you, pushing you to get up.
But it’s too early for you, let alone anybody, to be up. The world was still asleep, and you intended to be too. So you groan a little, to make Harry feel bad about waking you, so that he would leave you alone – as you knew that there was no hope in hell of going back to sleep if he did not leave you alone – before rolling over and shoving a pillow over your face.
“Did you misunderstand?” he asks in all seriousness, climbing over to the other side of the bed, just to look at your face, “It’s Christmas, Y/N.”
“Go back to sleep Harry,” you tell him, in that raspy sort of morning voice, eyes still shut, “It’s too early to be up.”
He huffs, just a little, and crosses his arms. He doesn’t say anything, and, just for a moment, you sigh in content that maybe – just maybe – he’s finally left.
Maybe not, you decide, when you hear him threaten, his voice rough, “Don’t make me tickle you.” Your eyes snap open, but his fingers are already on your sides, dancing up and down your ribcage as he tickles you, and laughter erupts from your mouth as you try to push him away.
“I’m up, I’m up!” You scream, before remembering that your parents were still asleep.
Oh well.
Besides, it wouldn’t be long before Harry was waking them up with the same excuse; claiming that it was Christmas, and that they should be awake too.
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One Direction Preferences
Fanfictiona huge book of one direction preferences [ first book- completed ]
