Harry Styles Imagines

Your First Christmas Together

"Harry," you say in a voice slightly above a whisper. Harry is still sleeping beside you, and you have to nudge him to wake him up.

"What? It's five in the morning." He says, his voice groggy and raspy. He covers his head with a pillow to block you out, but you quickly take the pillow from him.

"No. It's Christmas. Time doesn't mean anything on Christmas morning." Your voice is filled with excitement.

Christmas is your favorite time of the year. You love the feeling of Christmas time. People are nicer, the air smells better, and you love the Christmas music.

"I'm not going back to sleep, am I?" He says as he flips over onto his back. 

"Nope." you say as you peck him on the cheek. Your feet dangle from the edge of the bed as you put on your Christmas pajama bottoms.

You make your way to the living room which is lighted by the glow of a Christmas tree. Harry is sleepily following behind, heading towards the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He brings you a cup once it's made, and curls up next to you on the couch. This is the first Christmas you haven't spent in America with your family, but you're lucky to be spending it with Harry. Although you felt lucky to be spending Christmas with Harry, you also missed the traditions that your family had like opening a present on Christmas Eve and going sledding on Christmas day. 

"I'm sorry you're not with your family this Christmas." He says, seeming to have guessed your thoughts.

"It's okay, I'm glad to be with you. It's just different." He places a kiss on your head and then gets up from the couch

"Are we going to open these presents or what?" He says, clapping his hands together.

"Well they're not going to open themselves." You say, scooting down the floor to open presents. 

All of the gifts are quickly unwrapped. Harry got you a pair of beautiful diamond earrings and you got him a watch with and engraving on the back. 

"Wait, I forgot one." He says, standing up quickly.

"Harry, I thought we agreed on only getting each other one thing?" But he's already disappeared back into the bedroom. He returns with a small flat box and a smile on his face.

"I know, I know I broke the rules but I just had to." You roll your eyes at him and take the box from him.

"Well, it better be something good." You mumble as you begin to tear the wrapping paper. He's watching you intently and there's a smile playing on his lips. You gasp whenever you see what's inside the box.

"Harry," You trail off. You take them out of the box to get a better look. You're holding two plane tickets to New York to see your family. You can feel tears in your eyes.

"Baby, don't cry." Harry says, but he's trying not to laugh. 

"It's just that this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you." You get up and kiss him.