It was Christmas again, the most tawdry time of the year, right after Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong, I really loved Christmas, normally. But this year it just made me wanna puke. There were happy, sappy little couples everywhere, scaring me at any corner. They giggled, kissed and acted all lovey dovey and it made me feel sick. Let me explain why I was the grumpy loner, alias Ebenezer Scrooge, for this year’s festivities. So it all started one month ago when I found out that I hadn’t got enough money to fly home to my parents this year. That fact really brought me down but it was still ok, since Jason, my boyfriend, would just take me home with him, since his parents only lived two hours away. The event that literally fucked up everything was me coming home early from uni and finding my boyfriend with some blonde dyed whore fucking each other senseless. So here I was, one day before Christmas and there was no one in sight that would spent the loveliest eve of the year with me. I was such a loser, I was gonna be forever alone. I sighed taking my bold stare off of some happy couple and going on with shopping. The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my task. “Well hello, Harold, nice to see you still know my number.” I chirped into my smart phone.
I awoke really late the next day deciding to stay in the sheets the whole day so I just changed into a shorts, some slippers and an oversized tee, a blanket being my constant companion. The only times I got up were, when I had to go to the toilet or I fetched myself some new cookies and milk, or tea to drink. Each time Mr. Pebbles, my black tomcat sent me a glare since the task involved lifting him from my lap. I think even he would leave me if I weren’t the one giving him food.
In the afternoon I was snapped out of making my tea by my doorbell ringing. Moodily I scuffed down the hallway to my door. I just hoped it wasn’t my asshole of ex-boyfriend, whom I’ve been ignoring for those past two weeks. Tearing open my door I was met with a familiar face but I sure as hell didn’t expect to see it for a long time. “Harry?” The cute green eyed boy just showed me his dimples, before shaking noticeably and saying something. “Are you gonna let your best friend in or do you want me to freeze to death out here?” He laughed. “Because I swear, one more second in this cold and I won’t be able to procreate.” I had to chuckle at his words and pulled him into my little house. “So what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you break girls hearts across the ocean?” I teased, while I watched him slip off his jacket and shoes. When he took off his beanie he shook his hair, the hair strands that the hat didn’t cover flipping around and shooting little drops of the melted snowflakes. “I thought my best friend shouldn’t have to spend Christmas alone because of an asshole.” He smiled.
“You should have told me sooner!” Harry complained, while we were sat on my couch. “I didn’t want to bother you with my teeny weeny problems.” I answered but he just kept frowning. “You know you never could bother me and that’s not something small. You should have called me so I could have been there for you.” A smile crept on my face as his cuteness touched me. “It’s not that bad. He’s an ass and I shouldn’t waste my time, tears and feelings on him. At least that’s what I decided.” He shot me a grin. “You know it’s amazing what a beautiful, strong woman you are and you’re right: He doesn’t deserve any of you, you’re way out of his league.” My cheeks grew a little red at his words and I felt my stomach turn. How come that somehow happened, such things never happened, when I’ve been with Harry.
I was feeling quite awkward so I cleared my throat. “So what do you wanna do? Will you stay the night?” Again he shot me his cute dimpled smile and I got weak in my knees. “I’ve brought Love Actually, since it’s Christmas.” I laughed at his words and groaned, faking annoyance. “Really?” I asked. “I’ve just broken up with my boyfriend and you come here with some sappy Christmas romance movie?” I complained and his smile faltered. “I’m just kidding, Styles.” I laughed and tousled his hair with my hand. “Arrgh, my hair.” I laughed at his words, but he still didn’t pull away from my hand. “I’m gonna make us some hot chocolate and you’re gonna switch on the movie.” He commanded and I giggled, while saluting.
