'Merry Christmas, (Y/n)!' Chris called happily, practically kicking my door down with his arms filled with colourful boxes. I was sitting on my couch, alcohol running through my system and Nightmare Before Christmas blaring on my television.
'Heeeeeey...yoooou...'
'I brought over...are you drunk?' He asked, shaking the snow off his shoulders and planting the boxes he had brought down beside the door. I groaned a little, letting my eyes wander over to him as he shrugged the black parka jacket off his shoulders, dropping it beside the presents and adjusting his long, plain black shirt while I forced out a reply.
'It's the only way I can make it through this fucking season...' I slurred, raising my bottle of Jägermeister and waving it around hard enough for some to spill from the top. Chris just stood there and watched for a moment, his dark brown eyes slicing through my guard before he sighed, and shuffled over to me, reaching forward.
'Give it to me.'
'Noooooo...'
'(Y/n), it's Christmas Eve. You haven't even put your tree up.'
''Cause Christmas is fucking stupid!' I burped, drool dribbling onto my chin. He ignored my completely, taking the bottle from my hand and carrying it over to the kitchen. 'Christmas is nothing but a corporate tool!'
'Your family ditch you again?' Chris sighed from the kitchen before I heard the fridge door shut, followed by the sound of a can opening. He stepped back out a moment later, his ink black hair tied into a messy bun. I always adored that look on him. As much as I loved his usual hairstyle, it always covered his face and I hated that. He was gorgeous and I loved looking at him.
'...yeah...I asked if they could come over and they said they didn't wanna make the trip...'
'Well...that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy yourself.'
'I never enjoy Christmas, Chris. You know that.'
'I'll make you enjoy it. Firstly, we set up a tree!' He cheered, raising his can of coke over his head and spilling a bit on his own head but ignoring it. He stared down at me for a moment, his pierced lips curved into a goofy smile as I reluctantly lifted myself up from my spot. The whole room suddenly felt like it was loose, my feet barely able to keep me up as I drunkenly swayed side-to-side. Chris reached forward to grab onto me but I refused, shoving his hand away and stumbling over to the oversized laundry cupboard that was right beside my bedroom door. I hid all my Christmas decorations on the bottom shelf, as well as my Halloween stuff. I didn't really celebrate anything, not even my birthday although ever since I met Chris, I was beginning to enjoy the thought of a whole day dedicated to me.
As I reached down to grab the wide plastic box that the Christmas tree was in, I felt a familiar sickness rise up in my stomach. I groaned, stumbling back a bit and clenching my stomach before feeling a gentle hand on my back. '(Y/n)? Are you alright?'
'Shut up, I'm fine...' I grumbled, swallowing the gross feeling before taking a deep breath. 'J-Just get the stupid tree or whatever...'
'Okay, just sit down...'
'...f-fine...but not 'cause you told me to...' I growled, shuffling back over to the couch and practically throwing myself onto it. Chris gave me a worried look, a heartbreaking frown spreading across his lips before he turned around and bent down to slide the box out from the bottom shelf. I just watched silently, the sickness that once haunted me suddenly disappearing. He dragged the box back, past me and to the corner of the room before opening it and beginning to life the parts of the tree out. He started by placing the base of the tree down, fiddling with the fake white branches until they poked out perfectly. I watched closely as he bit his lip ring with concentration, focusing completely on assembling the tree.
When he finished, I weakly pushed myself off the couch and stumbled over towards him, the world spinning around me. I could barely keep my footing with all the alcohol in my system, but I tried anyway. Despite my efforts, I stumbled just enough to bump into Chris, but I still managed to keep my footing. 'S-Sorry...'
'It's alright...why don't you go to sleep? I'll decorate it for you...'
'I-It's fine, I...' I trailed off, my head beginning to throb hard. 'F-Fuck...I...I-I'll...just close my eyes for a minute.' I slurred, tripping back over to the couch. I collapsed onto it, my eyes focused completely on Chris as he bent over, reaching into the box and beginning to take out the tinsel. I smiled a little to myself, thinking about how lucky I was to have Chris in my life.
He was amazing. Ever since primary school he took care of me, whether I asked him to or not. He was the kind of person who would drop everything to comfort me if I needed it. One time he went to New York to celebrate New Years with his family and when I told him that I was spending it alone, he drove for three hours just to watch the fireworks with me. I didn't even ask him to. He was great...
I love him so much...
I could never admit it to him. Chris was a ladies man and would never settle down with me so I just kept the thought to myself- no matter how much I wanted to tell him.
I ended up falling asleep thinking about him as I had countless nights before. It was when I felt a gentle touch on my cheek that I began to grow conscious. '(Y/n), wake up, please...it's Christmas.' I recognised Chris' voice immediately due to how kind and gentle it was. I loved his voice almost as much as I loved his talk, lanky figure and tattoo-covered skin. 'If you get up, I'll give you your Jägermeister back...'
'Mm...m'awake...' I groaned, my eyes fluttering open. Chris was kneeling in front of me, his straight hair hanging in front of his eyes.
'C'mon, I made you breakfast.' Chris smiled. I couldn't help but notice the large blue lights shining brightly behind him. I sat up, looking past him and letting my heart melt at the sight of my snow-white Christmas tree beautifully decorated with blue lights, white tinsel and different coloured ornaments. I giggled a little when I spotted a glittery black guitar ornament that I had seen Chris hang up on his tree last year. He must've gone home to get more decorations. 'Oh, do you like it?'
'...it's beautiful...' I slipped off the couch, paying almost no mind to the blanket Chris had laid on me while I was sleeping, and tiptoed over to the tree, reaching forward and gently touching the cute guitar ornament.
'I- uh...I went home to grab that for you...I thought you'd like it...'
'I love it...' I was so busy staring at the gorgeous tree that I almost completely disregarded the insane amount of presents sitting under it, each one perfectly wrapped with ribbons and gorgeous bows. '...There's no way those are all for me.'
'I asked all the guys if I could take their presents for you and bring them here.'
'...hold on a second.' I quickly rushed from the tree to my bedroom, dodging all the dirty clothes and empty bottles of lube, and swinging my closet door open. I immediately grabbed Chris' Christmas present and carried it back over to him, shutting my door behind me so he couldn't see the mess.
'...you got me something?'
'Of course I did...open it.' I smiled, walking up to him and hanging him his present. He stared down at it for a moment, studying the terrible wrapping and my drunken writing of his name which was worse than a blind toddler. Before he opened it, I kneeled in front of the tree and fished through all the gifts, grabbing one of the presents Chris bought me and sat on the couch with him. He counted down from three before carefully removing the wrapping paper while I tore everything apart, including the box. Inside was a teddy bear with milk-white fur, big brown eyes and a quirky smile. I slowly raised it to my chest, noticing how it smelt like strawberries. '...I love it...' I smiled, kissing its forehead. Chris stayed silent. When I looked over, I noticed his cheeks flushed red, lips curved into a small smile. In his heavily tattooed hands was a picture of us in a silver frame with little skulls engraved onto the metal. It wasn't much but I couldn't afford anything too expensive. '...do you like it?'
'...I love it, (Y/n)...I love everything about it...'
'...I...was originally going to give it to you on New Years but...I couldn't wait that long...' I admitted, blushing nervously. He tore his eyes away from the picture for a moment, letting his gaze lock onto me as I shakily clutched onto the teddy bear. 'I-I...um...was...going to give it to you...and...I was gonna ask if...y'know...you'd-um...' I paused when I felt him gently wrap his arm around my shoulders, running his thumb comfortingly across my skin.
'Yes, I will...'
'...you don't even know what I was going to ask.'
'You were either going to ask if I'd go out with you or if we could open the rest of the presents, both of which I'd be more than happy to do.' He joked, shifting close enough for me to be able to rest my head on his shoulder. '...I liked you since year 9...'
'...I liked you since primary school.' I replied with a devious smirk.
'Damn, really?'
'Yeah...the only reason I celebrate Christmas anymore is...cause I know how much you love it.' I tilted my head up, smiling brightly at Chris as he leaned down and pressed out lips together for the first time.
'...there's nothing I love more than spending time with you.'
