Like a child, I was too excited to sleep. It's Christmas in just a mere few hours, and It's the first time celebrating it with my boyfriend. Harry. The perfect human. And he's mine. The one sleeping next to me shirtless and his arm absentmindedly across my body. I've been unconsciously trailing my fingers over his arm soothingly, since he's had a headache for at least an hour before he fell asleep and I guess I should stop now. He's already asleep.
"Don't stop." Harry whispers. I look over at him and he looks like he's still as dead as a log, but I guess he's half asleep or something, but regardless, I quirk a grin and keep stroking my fingers along his forearm that's draped over my abdomen.
That all was last night. I fell asleep around two. That's my wild guess. Now Harry's woken me up by wrapping his whole body around me whispering things to me like Merry Christmas, I love you babe, my head still hurts, and I don't want to get up.
"Merry Christmas, and I love you too babe." I mumble, turning around in his arms to face him. Harry peaks his eyes open and looks at me, smiling toothlessly. "Let's go open presents." I peck Harry's lips excitedly and hop up from the bed with the sudden energy. I put my red jumper on that I bought for the occasion and put my Christmas jumper on over it. I throw Harry's Christmas hat at him like a baseball and it hits him in the face. I bring mine out to the living room and slide on the floors from my slippery socks, ending up grabbing onto the couch for balance but my feet get swept out from under me anyways.
Grabbing my stocking, I sit down on the floor and dump all the stuff out of it. I look up at Harry, who's put on a black and white jumper instead of his bare chest and goes straight to heat up water for some tea. It's about three in the morning. We're waking up so early so we can make it back to our own homes to spend Christmas with them. Harry's Mum lives just a short thirty minute drive away from where he does so he'll drop me off and then we'll come back to the cabin the next day. Weird set up, but that's how its going.
"Hurry up Harry I don't want to be a kid all by myself." I rush Harry, who lifts his mug to his lips, taking slow steps over to where I am. He unhooks his stocking and sits down on the couch, taking things out one at a time. We both got each other a movie we think we would like that we haven't seen yet, candy canes (of course) gum and for the last items I got fuzzy socks and Harry got a phone case. That's my little hint to him that he needs one because he doesn't have one and he drops it constantly. It's gonna crack one day and he'll scream bloody murder.
We opened presents together, shared some kisses, ate a few candy canes and stole some from the tree as well. "We should start driving home." Harry says, sucking on the candy cane as he pulls it from his mouth. "Yeah, I don't want Mum and Greg to have to wait for me." I nod, stacking all my presents on a white box that a shirt Harry got me was in and I put it on the coffee table. Harry leaves his scattered on the couch and together we pick up all the wrapping paper and trash to throw away on the way to the car.
We both change. I change into tan skinnies with the same Christmas jumper and my white Vans. Harry just put on his black and white christmas onesie and put his santa hat back on. Yawning, Harry turns on the car and then puts on his safety belt. I raise my to-go cup of tea I made to my lips and take a big gulp, sniffing from the cold and putting on my own belt. It's a silent drive, but a comfortable silence. There's no sound besides the sound of wind smacking against the car as we speed down the round, occasional little coughs or throat clears. We exchange some glances every once in awhile, pecked a few times and now we're holding hands the rest of the short time away from my house.
"Merry Christmas babe." Harry smiles at me before planting his lips on mine, leaning over the console. I kiss him back and mumble a "Merry Christmas." Back to him against his lips. "See you tomorrow lovely!!" Harry yells out of his car as I shut the door. I smile back at him and throw up my middle finger. He narrows his eyes with his smirk and throws it right back. I laugh and open the door, walking in Greg walking down the stairs and Mum making tea in the kitchen. "Merry Christmas Niall!" Mum cheers when she turns and see's me, making Greg open is sleepy eyes and wish me a Merry Christmas too. "Merry Christmas." I tell everyone and look at Theo in Greg's arms. "Merry Christmas Theo." I smile at the baby, who smiles back at me and I take him from Greg. I give Greg a hug and then go to the kitchen to hug Mum.
"No," I freeze and look at Mum. "Open that last." She smiles. I raise my eyebrows and set the envelope back down, picking up a different present. "How's Harry?" Greg asks smugly. "Perfect." I smile, glancing at him as I rip off the wrapping paper. "How's Claire?"
"Perfect."
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"Can I open this now?" I wine to Mum, looking at the envelope. Mum and Greg share a look before nodding. "Let me take Theo first." Greg leans forward and takes Theo from sitting in the hole my legs created from sitting criss crossed. Giving him a weird look, I open the envelope. A couple papers are inside of it, and a rope lanyard. I take out the papers first, glancing over it to see what it actually is. A familiar giant X is at the top, and I glance at Mum and Greg before I start reading the papers.
"ARE YOU SHITEIN ME?!" I yell, hopping up and looking at Mum. It's from her, afterall. She shakes her head. "No. I'm serious. I know that's what you want to do and you don't have the first clue to get started so, I thought I would help." She smiles. I look back down at the papers that say I have an audition next week--NEXT WEEK!!- and then I pull out the lanyard. It's just the evidence that I get to audition.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH!!" I wrap Mum in tight hug, then Greg even though he doesn't want to and now I don't know what to do. I feel I should go pack but it's next week, that would be stupid. "It's all the way in London, so we should probably leave soon."
The drive is approximately 12 hours give or take, so, yeah. I know we'll want to explore, so I say we leave this weekend. It's only Thursday. I can't wait to tell Harry, I'm gonna bring him and Mum with me and Greg if he can.
"I'm gonna go call Harry." I grab my phone and run upstairs to my room, staring at the papers again, my smile growing if thats possible.
36 seconds later, I get Harry's voicemail.
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Sorry it's short and it sucks. Really, it's terrible. Hopefully you got the X hint that they're tickets for an audition at the X-Factor.
The next chapter will be the last chapter. :(
I know its unrealistic that the audition is next week but whatever.
I've realized that this story sucks not because its my first one, but because I'm overthinking it and trying to make it good for you readers and not writing it they way I want to. For now on I'm not going to try and come up with a sucky conflict just to make it drama filled, I'm gonna write it the way I write it and if you don't like it then, don't read it :)
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