ripped jeans | hes

eighty

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"Guess what?"

"You're secretly a space alien?"

"It's Christmas Eve."

"Close enough"

"Mhmm." I nuzzled myself into his side, resting my cheek on his bare chest. "Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas Eve, my little alien." Harry began to play with my hair, his long fingers twirling the ends of my blonde hair, gingerly scratching my scalp, and softly petting my hair.

"What're we up to today?"

"I might have planned something special for us today."

"You did not." I brushed my foot against his calf.

"Well, Rachel wanted us to do this interview with James Corden tonight but-"

"I don't want to do that."

"Yeah, me either." Harry agreed. I smiled softly to myself, appreciating that he agreed with me and wasn't going to argue.

"Let's hear option number two." I requested.

"There's this...Christmas Eve charity event in London." He pat the top of my head. "A bunch of celebrities got invited, and basically it's just a dinner at this fancy-ass ball. There'll be a ton of performances, and I know how badly you've been wanting to see Post Malone in concert..."

"Post Malone's going to be there?" I gasped. "Post Malone!"

"But it's going to be way better than seeing them in concert since the audience is going to be super small and won't be full of screaming teenagers." Harry picked up his phone and started to scroll through. "And plus, One Direction is performing."

"Shut up! No way!" I slapped his chest excitedly. "You're playing?"

"Yeah! It'll be great, Ad. I already bought your ticket, it'll be lovely."

"Are you guys playing your new song?"

"No, it's not done yet." Harry said. "But it will be soon."

"It means so much to me that you planned this day, Harry. I really appreciate it." I leaned up and kissed him. "It really means a lot."

"No problem, babe." He kissed me back.

"Hmmm." I hummed, nuzzling back into his chest. "Will Nadine be there?"

"It's A-List celebrities only."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't know what that means."

"It means that Nadine will not be there. She wasn't invited."

"Well, you could've just said that." I lazily rolled off Harry and bent over my suitcase, beginning to pull out something to wear. "I didn't realize you were an A-List celebrity."

"And I didn't realize your ass was so lovely."

I peaked behind me to see Harry greedily staring at me, a funny face plastered on his face. We both laughed.

"I'm not really an A-List. I was barely invited." Harry told me, trying his best to sound humble.

"So, you don't have to work today?" I asked hopefully, standing up and turning towards the standup mirror.

"I'm all yours today, my love." He responded, his eyes still firmly stuck on me. "I even thought we'd go on a picnic for lunch."

"A picnic!" I squealed, watching the way my body moved in the mirror. I lifted up Harry's shirt that I was wearing, a soft white shirt that had been ripped and tattered along the collar, and playfully threw it on Harry's head.