Tayler Holder Imagines 💗

Decorating the Tree

"Tayler, it's time!"

"Time for what? Oh wait, did I forget our holding-handsaversary or something again?"

"No silly, it's time to decorate the tree!"

Every year, my boyfriend Tayler and I had the tradition of decorating our Christmas tree together. Well, we would decorate it using my decorations. And lights. And tinsel. But that's not important.

I looked forward to this little 'tradition' of ours every year, especially watching Tayler get excited about the holiday season. He is so cute.

"I'm ready!" He shouted, walking into the room with a Santa hat on his head and a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, where's mine!" I pouted as he leant down to kiss my cheek.

"Right here." He says cheekily, holding out an identical hat to me.

"Alright" I say, gesturing to the wide assortment of decorations packed neatly into storage boxes in front of me, "I take the lights, you take the tinsel?"

"Perfect. Let's do this!" Tayler exclaims as he rushed towards the boxes. Letting out a laugh, I followed in his wake.

For a while, Tayler and I kept to our individual tasks of wrapping the tinsel and lights around the tree, occasionally passing each other (when this happened, he would wink at me and in return, I'd blow him a kiss. I know, we are that kind of couple). Once we'd finished that task, we located back to the boxes of ornaments.

"You're going down this year, y/n!"

"In your dreams, Tayler. I'm going to SMASH you."

"We'll see about that."

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that since both me and Tayler are extremely competitive, we like to play a little game while we're hanging up the ornaments.

Basically, we have a set amount of ornaments we have to hang up in order to win. He usually lets me get a head start, but it's not like I need it. I can beat him in my sleep. And I'm definitely not exaggerating.

"GO!" Tayler shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts as he sprints in the direction of the baubles.

"Hey! No fair!" I groan before joining him. Tayler laughs before tickling me, trying to distract me before continuing with his task. Crap, he already had 4 on!

I tried to catch up but to no avail. Sadly (and very surprisingly: I almost always won) Tayler took the title of fastest tree decorator this year. Whatever. There's always next year.

"Now it's time for the best part!" Tayler exclaimed, grabbing a box that was slightly bigger than the rest. "Star or angel this year, babe?"

"Definitely star. Classic." I decided as I grabbed the giant gold & glittery star from the box he was holding.

"Alright, I was gonna say angel but happy almost-wife, happy life I guess." Tayler shrugged, completely non-chalant.

My mouth dropped. Wait a minute, did he just imply-

"Are we gonna do this or what? I don't have all day, you know." Tayler joked. Liar. I know he cleared his schedule for this VIO: very important occasion.

"Yeah yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist." I said as I tried to push the fact that Tayler just called me his ALMOST FRICKING WIFE out of my mind.

With Tayler bent down, I mounted one leg onto each of his shoulders as he rose back up to normal height. Swaying slightly, I latched onto his hair out of fear. Albeit, maybe a bit too tightly.

"OWWW!" Tayler howled.

"Sorry, sorry. Pass me the star?"

Keeping his balance this time, he lifted his arm up to hand me the cherry on top. He then started to walk slowly towards the giant tree that was freshly decorated from top to bottom. As I placed the star on top of the tree, he stood back, still with me on his shoulders, to admire our art.

"Wow. We are such good dec- AHHHHH" I screamed as Tayler tripped on the edge of the carpet, sending us both tumbling down onto (luckily) the couch. We looked at each other in surprise before bursting out laughing.

"Orators. Yeah, we make a great team." Tayler finished when he stopped laughing as he intertwined his hand with mine.

Cuddling into his chest, I knew that this would be a Christmas tradition I'd remember forever.