Credit: http://callumhd.tumblr.com/post/71119797310/mistletoe
Calum: Spending Christmas Eve with Calum this year, consisted of nothing but watching Christmas movies that reminded you of your childhood. Right now, the two of you were laughing at the pranks being played in Home Alone, then replaying them- just so you could laugh more. It was actually just a great time you were having, and you couldn’t imagine being any happier than you were at that moment. As your laughter died down, and you rested your head against Calum’s shoulder, he smiled down at you, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head.
"Goddamn, you’re so perfect Cal, quit staring" You teased, nudging him lightly. Calum grinned, moving a bit of your hair from your face, before pecking your lips quickly, then pulling away.
"Why’d you stop?" You asked, yet Calum simply remained silent, and grabbed something out the back pocket of his jeans, holding it above your heads as he kisses you passionately.
"We have to make it Christmassy" He smirked, making you giggle once you saw the mistletoe that he had in his right hand.
Ashton: ”I should be playing in the winter snow, but I’mma be under the mistletoe…” Ashton sang softly, as he guided his younger brother’s hands along the guitar.
"With you, shawty with youuuuu" Harry sang, exaggeratedly off key, making the two boys burst into laughter.
"What do people even do under mistletoe?" Harry asked, pushing the guitar away, and crossing his legs- looking expectantly at his older brother for an answer.
You looked up from your phone, also expectantly waiting for Ashton’s answer, with an amused expression written on your face,
"Just… y’know, lock lips… I guess" He shrugged, fiddling with his fingers.
"Yuck, there’s a special type of plant, especially for people to kiss under? That’s so gross"
You laughed, grabbing some mistletoe off the coffee table, that was yet to be hung up, and dangled it above yours and Harry’s head, before gently kissing his cheek. Harry groaned, rubbing at his cheek, muttering about ‘annoying girls’ and ‘gross kisses’, before walking out the room. Ashton laughed, and gently pressed his lips to yours, mumbling how willing he was to kiss you, even if his brother wasn’t.
Luke: ”Watch it Luke, they’re hot” You warned, watching him as he tried to ease the mince pies out of the oven, with his bare hands. Obviously failing, Luke shrieked, and shifted away from the oven, running over to the sink, to wash his hands under cold water. Rolling your eyes, you took some oven gloves and pulled the tray out of the oven, before going over to attend to your clumsy boyfriend’s burnt hands.
"Are they okay?" You asked, desperately trying to hide your grin. He stayed silent, pouting at how you found this whole situation so funny.
"I know what’ll make you better" You smiled, leading him over to the door, and kissing his hands gently.
"W- why did you kiss me here?" He asked,
"Mistletoe" You stated simply, pointing up towards the mistletoe that hung at the top of the door-frame.
Luke grinned, before pulling you in close and kissing you softly.
Michael: “Wait, how did you guys meet?” Michael’s cousin asked you, as you sat there with her, and her sister. You smiled at the memory, and shrugged slightly,
"We just kind of… met?" You laughed "We used to bump into each other a lot, seeing as we live close and-"
"Hey [Y/N]!" You were cut off by your name being called by your boyfriend.
"Speaking of the devil" You winked at the two girls, making them laugh "Excuse me" You said, before leaving the couch, and walking over to Michael, who stood in the doorway of the living room.
"What is it?" You asked, watching him as he examined something hanging at the top of the door.
"This is mistletoe" He stated.
"That is correct" You teased, watching as his face broke out into a cheeky smile,
"I guess this means I have to kiss you?" He asked. You looked around the living room, in which his (and some of your) family were seated, watching as they laughed and jokes like they’d known each other for centuries.
"Right now? In front of everyone?" You questioned- confused since Michael hated PDA.
"Who cares, no-one’s paying attention to us anyway" He shrugged nonchalantly, gently cupping your face, as he brought his lips to yours, and you smiled into the kiss, mesmerized by how the touch of his lips against yours could block out all the chatter and laughter in the background, and make you feel as though it was just the two of you.
