I'll Be Home For Christmas

December 9th

"Mate where you been? Been trying to get ahold of you all week." Nick said as they ate their breakfast.

"I've been busy." Harry shrugged. Nick eyed him over the table and took in his slight smile and red tinged cheeks.

"Busy with something or busy with someone?" He questioned. Based on the deepening of the blush on Harry's cheeks he was able to determine it was the latter. "Spill."

"I uh...well I mean..." Harry stuttered. "Piper! Her name is Piper." He managed to get out. "And she has a Christmas scarf. With reindeers and Christmas trees."

"Piper, who has a Christmas scarf." Nick repeated slowly. He's known Harry a long time, since he was brought into the radio station to write one of their commercial jingles and he's never seen him like this over anyone.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "She's very into Christmas." He elaborated.

"Good thing you're the embodiment of Christmas cheer." Nick teased.

"Stuff it!" Harry grumbled as Nick cackled loudly.

"Oh this is great. When did you meet her?" Nick asked.

"The 1st."

"Before or after our lunch?"

"Before."

"Is that why you were late?"

"No I was already late. They were putting up the tree and everyone was stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to ooh and aww at it so getting through the crowd slowed me down." He explained.

"Oh I know how much you love that." Nick smirked.

"Right. Anyways, I was walking down the street and looking down to check my coat buttons when I felt something hit me in the head."

"Please tell me she threw something at you."

"Why on earth would she do that?" Harry asked confused.

"For frowning at Christmas time? I don't know." Nick shrugged. He just liked the idea of someone throwing something at Harry, not hard enough to hurt him though.

"It was December 1st!" Harry defended.

"Still counts, but go on. You got hit with something." Nick pressed and Harry nodded.

"She didn't throw something at me, a gust of wind blew her hat off and it flew into the side of my head."

"And then you had that cute moment where you're both looking at the hat before introducing yourselves. Am I right?"

"Well I mean...we weren't staring at the hat. I was holding it." Nick rolled his eyes with a loud sigh.

"Details Harold, details. So now you've met Piper, who has a Christmas scarf, and what? You've forgotten about the rest of us?" He questioned.

"No, it's not like that." He shook his head.

"We'll see about that mate." Nick smiled. He was taking the piss out on Harry but he was happy to see him happy. For too long had he been a grouchy man with nothing to smile about or anyone to cause him to blush at the thought of.