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28.You spend Christmas with him

Niall: You're both outside, celebrating the first snow of the season. "We're going to have a white Christmas!" you say excitedly. "You sound like you did when you were 7, (Y/N)!" he says, laughing. Your best friend chucks a snowball at you. "Whoa bro! Not cool!" you shout as you throw one right back. This results in a full on snowball war. "General (Y/N) to General Niall, I am about to destroy your face!" you say in a mock-deep voice into a fake walkie-talkie. "General Niall to General (Y/N), as if that will happen." you duck behind a tree as a snowball whizzes past you. "Ha ha!!! Missed me missed me now you have to kiss me!" you laugh, repeating the childish chant as you stick out your tongue. Suddenly, you cant hear him anymore. "Niall?" you call out. "Niall, games over, where are you?" Your back is to the tree. "Niall, seriously..." You're cut off when something big attacks you from behind. You shriek as the two of you fall to the ground. You wrestle for a moment until he has the advantage. "Jesus, Niall, you scared the crap out of me!" you say, struggling to get out of his grip. But he's gotten stronger since he was seven, so you're stuck. "What was that about missing you?" he asks, grinning. Your arms are pinned above your head and hes sitting on your stomach. "Miss me, miss me, now you have to kiss me!" you say, sticking out your tongue again. "Is that a challenge?" he asks. "Maybe." you say, still stuck. He looks at you straight in the eye, and you remembered why you never do that anymore; no use risking falling in love with your best friend. His lips are on yours, no warning, and without any warning yourself, you're kissing him back. He lets go of your arms, wrapping his around your back instead, and yours move around his neck. You roll over, kissing him more deeply until you break apart. You both smile, until he shoves snow down your back. You shriek, laughing, as he rolls over and sprints across the yard, laughing. You're too quick for him, and nail a perfect snowball right in his back. He falls, and you rush over and plop down next to him. "Perfect white Christmas." you say, looking up at the snowflakes falling on your face. "Yeah..." he says, turning a little pink. He squeezes your hand, and you smile. "Merry Christmas" you say, and the snow continues to fall on the both of you until he declares war again.

Louis: Your boyfriend is on tour for Christmas. Naturally. You're on Skype on December 23rd, showing him the decorations in your flat. "Look, here's the tree, and i put your favorite ornaments in the front, see? And the angel on the top. I always put an angel instead of a star, i don't know why.." you ramble off turning the webcam to the cookies in the kitchen, then back to you. "I wish i was there." he says. "Me too." you reply, resting your chin in your hand. "It's getting late here." you finally say. "I should probably go to bed." "Alright, love. Sleep tight!" he says, and for a second you noted a mischievous look in his eye, but you shrugged it off. You powered down your computer and went to bed. You're set to go to Louis' parents house for Christmas Eve, so at 5 PM the next day, you do exactly that. You make your way through the snow to the front steps and knock on the door. "Merry Christmas!!" Louis' mum greets you with a warm hug and a kiss, as do many of the people there. You smile and hug and kiss them back, and finally make your way to the kitchen to set down your plate of cookies. His mum follows you. You turn and she's looking at you with the same grin that Louis has when he's plotting something. "What?" you say. "Oh, nothing" she smiles and bustles to the oven to check on the turkey. You're socializing with people, something you're not very good at, and missing Louis is not helping the situation, when the doorbell rings. "(Y/N), love, could you get that for me?" Louis' mum calls from the kitchen. "Sure!" you call back, relieved for an escape. You rush to the door and open it. You have to blink for a moment to make sure this was real, because standing on the doorstep, dusted with snow, bright eyed and mischievous looking, is Louis. "Merry Christmas!" he says, and you tackle him into a hug. "Oh my god Louis, i though you were on tour! How did you.. Did you fly out in the snow?! That's not safe, but .... i'm so glad you're here! I thought i was going to have to... but your family is so sweet i suppose it.." you're cut off by his lips on yours. You're both so distracted by each other that you don't notice his mum in the doorway. "Ahem." she says, and you break apart. Louis hugs her, too, and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for planning this, mum." he says. "Wait, you knew?!" you ask, shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" She smiles, "He wanted me to keep it a secret. Said he wanted to surprise you." "That's so sweet!" you say, still slightly in shock. "Come inside, dear, you'll catch your death of cold. You don't want to keep Louis waiting, now, do you?" you laugh and step back inside, ready to spend your first Christmas with Louis.

Liam: You're back in your hometown for Christmas, spending Christmas Eve at your parents' annual party. Everyone from your childhood is there, including Liam. You two have been best friends since before you even had teeth; you continued to be all throughout high school, him going on the X Factor, One Direction performing at MSG, he is always there for you. You haven't seen him in a month, though, so you're really excited to meet up with him at the party. You go through the usual process of whenever you come home from uni; walk up the front steps, get attacked by the dog, hug your parents, and reassure your mum that you've been fine. But, after you do all that, you turn to put your jacket away and bump right into Liam. "Oh my gosh i'm sorry!" you say, and look up at his familiar face. He's smiling, and looks really happy to see you. "Its fine." he says, engulfing you in a warm hug. You smile and he leads you to the living room to socialize with people. The tree looks beautiful, with all your favorite ornaments placed in front the way you like them. You talk and laugh, and Liam never leaves your side. You and Liam exchange presents, but neither of you know what the other is really thinking, "I've been in love with you since i was two years old. I love this present, but all i really want for Christmas is you"

Zayn: "It's like a blizzard out there." you comment, holding back the curtain so you can watch the snow fall. You're in your pajamas, your hair is in a messy lump that used to be a ponytail, and you're sipping a mug of hot cocoa. "Yeah, but it's warm in here." he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. You laugh, and turn so you're facing him. "We don't have to be anywhere, right?" you say, suddenly worried. There's no way you can drive in this weather. A whole foot of snow has already blanketed the ground outside. "Nope, don't worry. We can spend the whole day lazing around inside." he says, kissing your forehead. You grin and look up to kiss his lips. The two of you stand there for a moment, swaying, before the fire pops loudly and you almost jump out of your skin. He laughs as you run over to put another log on the fire. You turn, and he's still looking at you. "What?" you say, unsuccessfully tucking your hair behind your ear. "Nothing." he says, smiling cheekily. You walk back over to the window, pulling the curtains open so you can watch the snow whiz around outside. "I've never seen this much snow in one day in my life." you say, in awe. "Really?" he says. You're suddenly lifted off your feet, and Zayn's holding you bridal-style. "What are you doing?" you protest. "Oh, nothing." he muses, carrying you to your bedroom. "Well, since we have no place to go." you say mischeivously, your lips on his as he kicks the door shut behind you.

Harry: You're asleep, curled up in his arms, the same way you have been since halfway through the movie. Something jolts you awake; whether it's his fingers running through your hair or the snap of the fire, you don't know. "Harry, I have to go." you say, glancing at the time. 1;34 AM. Dammit. "Why?" he says, pulling you gently back onto the couch. "Because I have a class tomorrow and I really have to go to home." you say, resisting him and gathering up your things. He follows you to the front door. "But it's snowing!" he protests, holding onto your jacket. "Yes it is, so please give me back my jacket" you say, reluctant to go but slightly irritated. You open the door and are greeted with a gust of freezing wind. "You're going to catch a cold!" Harry says, shutting the door against the snow. He engulfs you in a hug, kissing your neck. "I can' stay the night." you say, trying to push him away. "Why not?" he says. "My parents will be worried." "You live in your own flat." "The paps will be on a frenzy if i leave here in the morning." "So don't." you sigh, and put down your coat. "You've convinced me! I give up!" you say, throwing up your hands in exasperation. "There you go!" he says, grinning cheekily and pulling you back into his arms. "I told you it was cold outside." he whispers.