--The Perfect Christmas--
A/N: Merry Christmas (eve but whatevs) ! It's been a while huh. I threw this together in about 15 minutes cause busy busy busy so sorry if there are mistakes. But it's the first time I tried writing in this style so tell me what you think. Forget & Regret will be updated some time in the next couple of days, I hope you're excited. I know I am. Anyways, Happy Holidays and eat lots of chocolate for me kay? :D i know im late HAHAHAH failure. Heey! Im gonna make a story for you guys! :)
"Merry Christmas." His lips brushed her ear as the words tickled out in whispers, smooth as caramel.
"Is it?" She mumbled groggily, keeping her eyes closed without much of the 'holiday spirit'. "Is it really?"
He sighed and tightened the hold on her waist. Neither of them minded the mess of tangled sheets they were laying in. No, it wasn't from sex, get your mind out of the gutter. But it'd been a rough night. Truth be told, it'd been a rough year.
She was a university student/fashion intern who won't settle for anything less than perfection in A pluses and stellar reviews.
He was an internet personality who's taking every opportunity possible to take his newfound company to the top.
But success never comes easy, and every relationship has their rough patches. The worst is when the two timings collide, when the stress of it all drowns the two.
She'd pull at her hair and scream until the uncontrollable sobs would overwhelm her. And she'd refuse his touch. He'd lose his cool in the heat of the argument to match her volume in yelling, tossing the blame back and forth as if it was a water balloon waiting to explode on one side or the other. Doesn't even matter; most of the time they would both get wet. After the slamming of doors and pointing of fingers, she'd spend the rest of the night sitting on the edge of the bed in silent misery, wiping the stream of tears that'll cause her eyes to be red and swollen the next morning, wanting nothing more than his arms around her shoulders and the crook of his neck under the side of her cheek. And he'd sit outside the bedroom door, clenching his jaw, aching at every damn sound of her heavy breathing. When she'd finally pass out from the exhaustion, he'd tuck her in under his arms and refuse to let go of her delicate fingers in the morning until her sapphire blue orbs would open up the ocean and let him back in. And she'd gladly examine his emerald green eyes that crinkles whenever his smiles.
He'd play with her hair, while she takes in his scent. Both too stubborn to apologize verbally, but never too shy physically.
At least that was their routine. Last night however, when she came home upset, yelling for him to leave her alone, he simply wrapped his strong arms around her small frame, and took every scream and every struggle against his hold, staying silent until she was okay. And that made him okay.
"C'mon princess, it's Christmas." He cooed once more, lips pressing softly to the side of her forehead.
This caught her attention.
She groaned as she opened her everchanging blue eyes to meet his.
"I thought we talked about calling me princess."
His large hands pulled at her sleepy frame, until she was sitting upright in his lap.
"Fine, I won't call you princess anymore." His voice had a hint of mischief she clearly perceived. "On one condition."
"And what would that be?" She questioned, playing along when her soft pink lips curling up into a smile.
"I get to call you Mrs.Harries."
His words came out quiet, but he knew she heard. An open ring box rested in his left hand while his right lifted her chin. His green eyes trembled, an inkling of worry began to grow. Until her smile erupted into something of pure bliss and ecstasy. Nodding quickly as he pulled her into teary kisses.
"I'll take that as a yes." He half chuckled, voice shaky from the elation as he slid the ring on. The jubilation in the adorable laughter of hers was confirmation enough, he'll never regret this decision.
"Merry Christmas Mrs.Harries." He whispered, the tip of his nose nuzzling hers.
"Yes, yes it is a merry Christmas." She breathed, giving into the gravity of his lips. "It's a perfect Christmas."
