Merry Moments [One Direction]

Baking Cookies- Harry

"Oh, God," he moans. "That was so wonderful, but had such a terrible effect."

"I told you not to eat all those cookies, Harry." I say, "Just because we made them doesn't mean you have to eat them."

I look at the trays filled with cookies set all across the kitchen. "But they were so good." he cried, clutching his stomach and rolling around in his place on the couch.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Then don't complain about it."

 He stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed, sitting down on the couch next to him. He positioned his feet so they were resting in my lap and I looked over at him with a quirked eyebrow. He smiled, and it wasn't a joking smile. He wasn't making fun of me. It was a genuine smile that makes his dimples show and my heart melt.

Even after dating for six months, I still didn't know how he could go from joking Harry who made fun of me, to serious Harry who gave me looks filled with such emotion that I could barely breathe. He was giving me one of those looks then, his green eyes illuminated by the fire and the corner of his lips pulling up into a smile.

"Let's make some more cookies." he says.

"You have got to be kidding me." I replied. "There is no way I'm making more cookies!"

"I'll help this time!" he says, sitting up.

"Sure you will," I reply, rolling my eyes.

He gives me his puppy-dog eyes and I feel my will crumbling. He knows that the second he pulls out his bottom lip, raises his eyebrows and saddens his eyes; I'm a goner.

And that's how we started making more cookies.

For once, Harry is a silent worker. He has his eyebrows furrowed while he poured inredients into bowls, whisked, and dabbed the balls of cookie dough onto the platter. I saw him out of the corner of my eye while I worked along side him; and I noticed that he glances over at me a lot, even though he had looked completely focused on the task at hand; making those cookies.

When I put them in the oven, Harry's face finally lightens and he grins at me. "That was fun!"

I laugh, "You looked like you were defusing a bomb; not making chocolate chip cookies!"

He makes a face at me while saying, "I was focused. I was ready."

"Ready for what?"

Harry opens his mouth to reply but shuts it after a moment; realizing that he has no idea what to respond to that. "I was-" he says, "I was ready to..."

I grin, sitting down on the couch. "It's fine, Harry. Come sit with me."

He does just that, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to him. I'm familiar with how we fit together; my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, my legs overlapping his thighs and his cheek resting on the top of my head. I take a deep breath of his familiar scent. That wood-like, spice sort of scent. I loved it.

He plants a kiss on the top of my head and says, "Do you realize what this season means to me?" he asks.

"Yeah, it's Christmas time." I reply, "You love Christmas."

"No," he says, "that's not why I love this season."

"Why do you love this season if not for Christmas?" I asked.

He smiled his dimple smile. "You don't remember, do you?"

Even though he was grinning at me as if I should have known something, as if I were adorable for not remembering; I could tell that he wished I remembered. I felt awful and the only thing I could pull from my thoughts was, Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! What was I supposed to remember!?

So my brain was no help at all.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, "I don't remember!"

He laughed, "It's fine, it's just..." I waited for him to tell me but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took my face in his hands and pulled me forward until our lips were on each other. He kissed me and I all thoughts about what I was supposed to remember flew away from my brain. His lips were always plump and pink and pretty; the only thing better than looking at them was kissing them.

His lips were always soft and he always tasted good; a taste that was a mix between mint and something else I still had yet to place. I tilted my head up to deepen the kiss and I pressed my palm against his chest. I loved kissing Harry. He pulled away, slowly, but our faces stayed inches apart. I could feel his breath against my face and I could feel the closeness of lips when he said, "Happy one year anniversary, Lara."

"One year?" I asked. "We only started dating six months ago!"

I knew that much.

"I know," he said, "But we met one year ago today."

I thought back on the past year and remembered when I met Harry and I realized the it was one year ago that I met him.

"Huh," I said, "I guess we did. Happy anniversary, Harry."

"And they said we wouldn't last." He smiled and kissed me.

I grinned, "I know, right?" I said, pulling away and continuing on with his joke, "How dare they doubt us?"

I leaned forward and let our lips brush before I backed away from him, laying down on the couch. My legs were still overlapping his thighs so it was easy for him to pull me back up. I squealed as he put his hands under my back and pulled me up so I was in the same position I had been in moments ago. His eyes were dark and he licked his lips and said, "You tease."

 I could barely hold a smile with the way he was looking at me. The shade of his eyes and the warmth of his breath rendered me to a whisper when I said, "I do."

He pressed me towards him once more and we were kissing again. Not that I minded.

Not one bit.

He kissed me and kissed me and I didn't even know how we got to the point where we were laying down on the couch, him on top of me, using his elbows to support himself so he didn't crush me. I looked up at him with soft eyes and he watched down on me until he whispered, "I love you."

All it took was three little words to put the most brilliant smile on my face.

He had never told me he loved me before. And I had never told him. There was something about the way that it sounded coming from his lips that made butterflies erupt in my stomach and my heart beat out of control; in a good way, of course.

He studied my face, waiting for a reaction and I gave him one. I smiled my biggest smile, reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. Almost all of his weight was on me as I kissed him harder and more passionately than I ever had before and when we finally pulled away; we were breathless. "I love you." I finally replied to him.

I had loved Harry before he had told me he loved me; I just hadn't told him.

I loved Harry.

And he loved me.

So, when the timer for the cookies went off, I didn't let him go far. We got up and walked to the kitchen; hand in hand. I wasn't going to let him get far ever again.

I was sure of that.

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Written by: Mishamigo