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"Isn't this a bit excessive?" Harry crosses his arms casually, observing me as I energetically stack up the pieces to the fake Christmas tree.
Screwing in the second to last piece, my tongue poked out of my mouth in concentration, I stand back and scoff, turning around and giving him a look.
"Excessive? Excessive is you, being such a Grinch, that you seriously never decorate for Christmas," I rest my hands on my hips. "Excessively stupid is what that is."
He groans, a smile covering his face as he shakes his head. "I knew you wouldn't be over that."
"It's Christmas! How can you not want to, especially when you even have tons of decorations collecting dust in the attic you never told me about?"
"I just didn't care for the holiday," he shrugs.
I woke Harry up in a fit today when I realized it was Christmas Eve and his house was spotless of anything remotely representing the holiday. He then proceeded to insult me with the news that he hasn't decorated in years, but agreed to help me get the items he had in his attic.
If I am living in this house, there has to at least be some sort of decor. It's my favorite part of the holiday.
The last part, the top piece of the tree, rests on the floor. Ignoring Harry and his attitude, I go to pick it up and stare up at the place it needs to screw into, knowing it's well over a foot taller than me.
"But," Harry begins, approaching me from behind and snatching the fake piece from my hands, "now that I have someone to spend the holiday with, things are different."
Effortlessly, he reaches up and screws in the last piece of the tree, and I can't help but beam up at him.
"You want to help me decorate?" I wrap my arms around his warm torso, melting in his hold into his soft, black, long-sleeved t-shirt he's wearing.
"I don't think I'd be much help, love," he lets out a laugh.
"Come on," I back up from the hug and tug at his arm, bringing him with me to the boxes of ornaments he brought down. "Don't be such a Scrooge."
"Okay, I knew the Grinch, but Scrooge...?" He quirks up a brow and my lips part in astonishment.
"Are you telling me you've never seen 'A Christmas Carol'?"
My boyfriend shakes his head, and in turn I lay mine on his chest and groan before peering up back at him.
"Harry," I place my hands on his chest, taking a deep breath.
"I love you, but we need to work on your Christmas attitude and knowledge. I'll add the movie to my to-do list for us to watch tonight," I tell mostly myself aloud, holding in my judgement and keeping myself calm toward the uncultured man before me.
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