COUPLE IN FLAT 102 // Harry Styles

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL: Baby, It's Cold Outside

It was Harry's first Christmas away from Y/N.

Ever since they met he hadn't spent one Christmas away from her, so he didn't know how he'd cope with not having her around this year. He'd been excited for this whole month and had everything planned out in advance — They would decorate the flat together, have a nice little dinner, watch a Christmas rom-com, kiss under a mistletoe, then have mind-blowing sex (his favorite part), so yes, he was a bit too excited perhaps.

Unfortunately, Harry's entire plan had to be cancelled due to that one email Y/N received on one Wednesday afternoon.

Of course he was happy for her, he truly was. He knew she'd worked hard and deserved to be chosen to accompany her boss to go sign an important contract. However, the big problem here was that - the meeting would be held in New York...

...on Christmas Eve!

Harry's first thought when he received the big news was, who the hell arranged a meeting on Christmas Eve?!

"Our business partner went to see a fortune teller and were advised that the meeting should be held on that specific night or else our project would go down in flame. Those people are very superstitious," said Y/N.

"Or they're the Grinch and they just hate Christmas," Harry bitterly replied, making her giggle.

"Don't worry." She said before pulling his head down to kiss him on the lips. "I won't go. There's no way I'm leaving you alone on Christmas."

That was exactly what Harry had wanted to hear, but now that she'd said it, it didn't make him feel any better. He loved her so much. He knew for sure that he would miss her terribly if she went. But there was another thing that Harry also knew, and that was, although Y/N loved him and wanted to spend her Christmas at home with him and their cat, she also wanted to be on her boss' good list this year. She just loved Harry too much to admit it.

So Harry encouraged his girlfriend to take the offer, even though it killed him to be away from her. He thought it was the right thing to do, since she'd been so supportive about his internship to Japan a year ago. What kind of boyfriend would he be, if he couldn't be supportive in return?!

Consequently, after a long debate in the kitchen after dinner, Y/N finally gave in and agreed to go on the business trip.

"When I step out of their office, I'll hop on the first plane to go home to you. I promise," she said to him as they shared a hug. Harry was very proud of himself, but he felt downhearted too.

And so, there he was, decorating their flat on his own on the 24th morning of December while she was in New York.

"If your mother was here, she would help me untangle these little fuckers," he said to the cat, who was lying on the sofa like a Queen while watching her dad struggling with the Christmas lights. "Ugh...I wish you were human, so you would lend me a hand instead of lying there and...judging."

Treasure hopped off the sofa then strutted her way into the bedroom without taking a second look at Harry. She gave him that attitude all the time, he was not a stranger to it, so Harry resumed his work and didn't pay much attention to where the cat was or what she was doing.

It was not until Harry heard a heavy piece of furniture collide with the floor, that he dropped everything at once, and rushed to the bedroom to check on the cat.

Well, Treasure was alright. But his room wasn't. She'd spent less than five minutes in there but it already looked like a war-zone. The sound he'd heard earlier was her knocking over the standing lamp while digging through the bottom drawer of his closet. His forgetful mind couldn't remember whether it was him who had left the drawer open or she'd it herself. Either way, thanked to the kitty, he now had more housework to do.