A Rockstar For Christmas

7

Took the day off yesterday, since it was Harry's birthday, but now we're back on schedule. There are only a few chapters left, so get ready for the big finale.

Also, I wrote an imagine for H's birthday yesterday, so if you wanna check that out, you can find it on my Tumblr (imagine-hs.tumblr.com) :)

Now please enjoy this newest chapter of "A Rockstar for Christmas"!

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One Day To Christmas

It had taken you a full day to get back to London by train. The snow hadn't made things any easier. There had been a lot of delays. Your UGGs had let you down halfway home, soaked with icy water, your feet freezing. Part of you wished you hadn't given the leather boots back.

It was Christmas eve and London was getting buried in snow. They called it the storm of the century and advised everyone not to go out unless you had to. Which of course meant that you were walking through the icy wind and thick snow to your favorite café around the corner from your apartment. Thankfully they were still open, though the grumpy owner told you, as the bell above the door announced your appearance, that they would be closing in a few hours. With a smile you looked around. When life changing things happened you always expected everything around you to change as well. So you were surprised and comforted at the same time to find this place still looked the same. The mismatching furniture strewn around the small space, mostly antiques, the window seats stuffed with bright coloured pillows, the smell of scones and coffee in the air and the owner's cat, Mable, sitting in her usual spot in the window, leading tourists to ask if it was a cat café and Mrs. Greystone to answer: "It's a café with a cat in it, if that's what you're asking."

You always chuckled when you heard her say that, even though you had heard it so many times now.

There was soft piano Christmas music playing from the speakers and the place was decorated to the T, which you knew was Andy's influence. Andy is one of the waitresses and a good friend of yours. She was nowhere to be seen though, so you seated yourself in the big red armchair by the window, right next to Mable. The cat glanced at you, then lazily got up, hopped onto the armrest and curled up in your lap. With a smile you petted her, scratching behind her ear. She purred deeply, settling in and closing her eyes.

"Missed you too, May.", you muttered, watching her sleep.

"Do you know that you're the only person she allows to even touch her?", a friendly voice explained from beside you.

You looked up to find Andy standing there. White flour lay on her cheek and in her brown curls, which she had put up with a clip. She looked like a mess, but a true baker.

Grinning, you shrugged. "She just knows what's good.", you argued.

Andy laughed and put a steaming cup in front of you, before sitting down across from you. Usually she didn't do that, but since it was Christmas eve and because of the whole snow storm, the place was nearly empty, except for some guy in a hoodie sitting by the other window, his back to you, staring intently at his computer. He was lost in his own world. You envied him a little.

"So, what brings you back here? I thought you were spending Christmas with your bf?", Andy inquired, taking a sip from your hot chocolate.

"I think you have to be in a relationship with someone and not be in love with someone else to get to spend Christmas with him and his family."

Andy's eyes widened. "WOAH! Wait! What? What happened?"

And so you told her the whole miserable story. How your boyfriend had become this completely different person around his family, how his family hadn't really liked you in the first place, how you had met Harry and his family, how he had been nice and charming and wonderful and how you had fallen for a boy, who was neither yours to fall for nor in any way anywhere near your league.

By the end the other girl had finished your hot chocolate and was staring at you with wide eyes.

"That's...", she began, looking for the right word.

"Awful? Horrifying? Absolutely terrible?", you suggested.

She shook her head. "No, I mean, it's crazy, yeah, but it also sounds like the plot of a RomCom or one of those Hallmark movies. It's just missing the right ending, where the handsome guy, that everyone already preferred over the other guy, makes a big romantic gesture to show you that you can do anything if you're just together."

She clutched the, now empty, mug to her heart and sighed dreamily. You frowned.

"My life, or any life for that matter, is not a RomCom. Those things don't happen in real life.", you protested, slightly annoyed.

Andy got up with a knowing smile. "It's Christmas, dear, anything can happen at this time of the year."

You just rolled your eyes. As she walked away you looked down at Mable.

"What do you think, May? Do you think Harry will drive all the way to London, on Christmas eve and in a snow storm, to make some sort of romantic gesture?" The cat gave a loud snore. "Yeah, I don't think so either."

In the next moment Andy put a new cup of hot chocolate on the table and a fresh scone, by the smell of it, filled with Nutella.

"On the house.", she said with a wink, before walking over to the guy by the window to ask if he needed anything else.

You sighed, leaned back and looked out the window at the falling snow. It seemed to be getting less, which was good you supposed.

Two hours later you carefully picked up Mable and set her back down in her usual spot. She gave a grumpy meow before going back to sleep.

"I'll be back.", you told her.

"You better." Andy gave you a warm smile.

"Of course.", you stated, before hugging her.

"Hey, I had a thought: We're having kind of a friends-Christmas at the loft, all of us who are too poor to fly home, so if you want, I'd love it if you came.", she rushed through the entire thing like it was a grenade she had to get rid of.

"Aw, thanks Andy, but I'm not sure I'm the best company. I'm still in my wallowing phase."

She rolled her eyes. "So what? It's the island of the misfit toys, you'll fit right in."

She bumped her shoulder against yours, making you chuckle.

"I'll think about it."

And with that you left, walking out into snow-covered London. Instead of going straight home, you decided on taking a walk to admire the white glory.

Just a few blocks down you had reached Westminster Bridge. Usually this place was run over with tourists taking pictures of the Parliament, Big Ben and the London Eye, but tonight it was completely empty. It was a bit scary to be honest.

The sound of snow crunching sounded from behind you.

A chill ran down your spine.

Okay, really scary.

You turned to see the guy from the café, hoodie drawn deep into his face, about a block behind you. Was he following you?

Not feeling the need to find out, you took a right turn across the street, walking down the Riverbank for a moment before taking a shortcut across the plaza in front of the London eye. As soon as you had rounded the corner you started running. On the next corner you turned right again, slowing down to a fast walk. When you turned left, you stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, slowing your heartrate. Peeping around the building you were leaning against, you saw hoodie guy walking past the street you had just left. Ok, maybe you were a bit paranoid.

Still, you were incredibly relieved when you closed the door to your apartment behind you.

Home, sweet home.

Ding!

You almost jumped five feet into the air when the doorbell rang. Your heart in your throat, you grabbed the receiver from the intercom.

"Wh-who is it?", you stuttered.

"It's me. Harry."

You stared at the phone in shock.