Harry Styles Imagines

Christmas

Imagine you're staying with Harry and his family for the holidays and you fall asleep in Harry's arms on Christmas Eve..

"Wake uppp.." you faintly hear a voice try to wake you.

"Go.away." you mumble into the pillow, eyes refusing to open. What is it, 6 in the morning? You need your sleep!

"But it's Christmas!" Harry whispers like a child. You can't help but smile, he's the cutest. But you still want to sleep.

"Harry..give me 2 more hours. Just 2. Please?" you plead to him. You can imagine him pouting.

"Fine." he says and you feel his arms unwrap around your body and the feeling of his warm chest on your back is gone. You sigh and wrap the blankets right around you, cuddling into them.

After a few minutes of quiet, you're almost asleep again.

"OHHHH THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL!"

Suddenly, Harry's loud, booming voice carries into the room. Your eyes open, you're in that frightened state of being half asleep and abruptly woken up.

"HARRY!" you grunt, loud, so he hears you all the way downstairs.

"BUT THE FIIIIIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL!"

You groan and kick the blankets off you, moping out of bed. You rub your eyes, yawn, stretch out your arms and begin the treacherous climb down the stairs.

On your way, you see Harry dancing around the kitchen with Gemma. She looks flawless, of course, even in her pajamas. Harry has a plain tshirt on, with his Calvin Klein boxers sticking out of his low rise flannel pants. You stifle a giggle, Harry's such a kid at heart.

"Since we've no place to go..."

He spots you on the stairs, and you watch his eyes light up and a smile spread across his face. He spreads his arms out wide, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.."

You reach the bottom of the stairs and immediately run into Harry's arms. "Good morning, babe." he greets you and kisses the top of your head.

"Morning, babe." you say into his chest, being that he's about 8 inches taller than you.

He releases you from his hug and you greet Gemma and Anne.

You all eat a lovely breakfast, prepared by Anne and Harry, and soon enough you're sitting on the couch surrounding the Christmas tree.

Harry leans down and picks up a cute little wrapped box, with a big bow on top. He flashes you a smile and you get all excited, loving the feeling of Christmas and just being with Harry.

He hands it to you and sits back down, instantly putting his arm around your shoulders. He kisses your cheek and says, "Being here with you is one of the best gifts I could ever ask for. I love you."

At that moment, you didn't even want to open the gift. Harry himself was your gift, every single day.