Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 59. - Part I. - A Happy Christmas or...

Just a little pre-read A/N, I'd like to say that this is a Christmas chapter, so yay! It's split in two, for a reason. This is an update that I never planned to do today, so it's a surprise! The second half, will be posted on Sunday (not Saturday, because Christmas *happy dance*) So I hope you enjoy this chapter, and in advance, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

Much love, S x

Songs for the chapter:

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer - Gene Autry
Sleigh Ride - Amy Grant

Aubrey's POV.

"Merry Christmas, Baby." Harry brushed mistletoe against my nose, waking me up.

"Merry Christmas, Love." I smiled, scrunching my nose from the touch. He leaned closer to me, but I sucked in my lips. "I'm not kissing you now, wait until I brush my teeth."

"That's not fair." He pouted.

"Too bad." I said and got up on my side of the bed as his eyes watched me as I travelled through the room. As soon as I passed him, he jumped to his feet and held my wrists in his grasp. His touch was directly on my skin, right below the cuff of my shirt. My eyes went down to my kitty wearing a Santa hat, pyjama bottoms. Both Harry and I wore festive pyjamas last night, so that we would be prepared for the morning. Of course my view was quickly taken back up towards Harry's beautiful jade eyes.

"Too bad for you, I think I'm going to want my first gift now." He smirked and kissed my jawline, which immediately caused me to surrender. He placed his lips on mine as soon as he saw a small smile form on the corners of my mouth. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but just soft and tender, something perfect for the morning.

"I figured it would be a nice way to start the day." He cheekily said, with a grin. I couldn't help but smile back, but hold back any words that I had to say to him.

As his hands dropped, I scurried into the bathroom, and laid my back against the door. I wanted to kiss him as much as I could, but it's something that I could only dream about - if only it were physically possible.

Once I washed up, I walked outside to find Harry pouring coffee in our new holiday mugs. Harry's was an igloo with a polar bear on the front and a candy cane for the handle; and mine, a cute penguin, wearing a scarf.

"Very festive." I jumped with joy. It truly was a joyful day.

"Holiday cheer!" He exclaimed, giving me a kiss on the cheek, and handing me my mug. He walked over to the turntable, putting on a holiday record, and waited until the music lowly started to play in the background. He then made his way over to the tree we'd set up in the living room.

We'd properly put up our tree a couple of nights ago. Before we put it up, we made hot cocoa, and he forced me wear festive clothing. He was much more enthused about it, more than me; and I thought it'd be the opposite. Of course the night we bought it, Harry was tired, so we planned to do it the next night.

The two of us had been stocking up for decorations and trimmings for the past month, whenever we went shopping. Anytime I'd go out alone and saw something pretty or cute, I generally picked it up to add to our new growing collection of Christmas things. We didn't know if we should've picked a colour scheme, but we just went with traditional colours. Once we secured it to the base, we started with the decorations. Colourful ornaments were placed delicately on the small prickly branches and light strands wrapped around the width of it.

Harry kept fooling around by throwing garland and tinsel at me, which ended up being a tinsel fight. We chased each other around in the living room, until I caught his arm, managing to tie it around his body. Of course, I'd tricked him with a kiss, but in the end, I won. I knew he was competitive, but I took the fact that he wouldn't ever win against me, as my own personal advantage.