Holidays at Home

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harrystyles: Wife playing scrabble with the lesser Styles (Gemma).

comment by Gemma: how dare you

reply by Ava: you know you're my number one Gem, don't listen to him

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Harry and I flew into London about two weeks ago. We spent a week at our place there before traveling to Anne's house. Christmas is tomorrow and Harry decided that we would spend most of Christmas Eve playing scrabble with Anne, Gemma, and Gemma's boyfriend Michal. Anne was panicking about tomorrow, so she opted out. While Harry and Michal made hot chocolate, Gemma and I set up. I wasn't the least bit surprised that this was our plan for tonight. If anything, I'm surprised it took this long for him to make us play.

"Hey babe, can you come here a second?"

I stand from where I'd sat down with Gemma and wander into the kitchen.

"What's up?"

"My mum wants to listen to your album while she preps for tomorrow. Do you have it?"

"Yeah, just give me a second," I go down the hall to Harry's room, grabbing my computer quickly. I open the files and hit play on the first one. Anne thanks me and kisses my head before I go back out to the living room. Gemma and Michal have already started a game, so I sit down with Harry on the couch. He hands me a mug of hot chocolate and kisses my head as I snuggle up to him. The fireplace was going, Gemma had started quiet Christmas music a few hours ago that was still going, and everything was perfect.

Except for the fact that I had to hear "hey, that's not a word!" about a hundred times before the night ended.

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"Ava Mae," Harry hums in my ear. "Darling, wake up."

"No," I mumble back. "Don't wanna."

"It's Christmas," he continues.

"That hasn't gotten me up excitedly since I was twelve," I cuddle up to him. "Nice try, though."

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "Well my mum is gonna be in here yelling at us to help her cook in probably less than five minutes, so I thought I would at least give you something better to wake up to than yelling."

"You're supposed to give me presents as soon as I wake up," I joke quietly. "You're fired."

"I am a present," he jokes back. "Be grateful."

I laugh and kiss his collarbone. "Always grateful for you, H. Doesn't have to be Christmas."

He smiles at me and kisses my head.

"I still want presents, though."

His chest shakes as he chuckles at me. "I got you stuff, but I can't promise that my mum got you something other than Dunkirk or my album."

We hear somebody getting closer to the room we were in and sure enough, Anne knocks and peeps her head in.

"Rise and shine, loves! Time to prep for the day!"

Harry laughs lightly. "Merry christmas, mum. We'll be down in a bit."

"Merry christmas, darling. I'm so happy you're both here today. Just come to the living room when you're ready."

Once she shuts the door, I sit up and grab a hair tie from the nightstand. I throw my hair up into a bun before wandering into the bathroom. I wash my face and grab my makeup bag, then slide up onto the counter in front of the mirror. I grab my eyeshadow palette and start on my makeup as Harry walks into the bathroom. He kisses my cheek on his way to the other side of the counter, going over to wash his face as well.

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