Begin Again [Harry Styles Fanfic]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

I sat on the darkened stage in The Big Apple, feeling slightly giddy. It was our last day of business before we closed down for the holidays. I mean, sure, Christmas was still two weeks away but we were lazy people that would rather be doing something else with our lives than hand out coffee cups to hipsters that were still dressed like it was 92 degrees outside. I mean, come on, bitches, we live in fucking New York City, aka, the place that gets below freezing every 25 minutes. Start dressing like it before you get sick and die. 

All of my Christmas lights that I had wrapped around everything on stage were off because I was the best person in the whole entire world. Everyone that was currently stumbling around and stubbing their toes probably didn't think so but their opinions didn't really matter and they could sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. 

"Hello, my beautifuls!" I singsonged into the mic. I got my normal cheers and a few 'Turn the fucking lights on bitch' which meant that it was clearly going to be a fabulous night. "So, as you know, it is the season of giving. Right? So, me being the perfectly kindhearted, giving angel that I am, I got you all a little treat." I smiled brightly as the lights came on suddenly and the crowd cheered excitedly once they saw the little curly haired bitch sitting next to me. He smiled and waved like the good little boy that he was before letting me continue my intro. "So, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know which way you float, but you can look at him and you can listen to him. But I swear to God if you touch him, I will beat you with a sack of carrots until there is only an inch of your life left."

Harry gave me a strange look before adjusting his mic. "If I ever end up missing you all know who to tell the police to look for." 

I punched him lightly in the gut. Okay. It wasn't lightly. It was hard enough to knock the wind out him and make him remember who wore the pants. He thought he wore the pants in this relationship but he was wrong. I wear them. And just to prove how much I wore them, I made him believe that he wore them. Reverse psychology. That shit fucking works. 

"So, we have a little treat for you all because I want you to go home and cry because of Hadia feels. We are going to sing a little Christmas duet and be all cheerful and happy and loving and shit. And you're gonna go home and curl up in a ball because you are forever alone." Yes. Yes, I was a bitch. I thought you would've known that by now.

"Do you see with the kind of stuff I have to put up with all day every day? She's just mean." Ahh, so he was either trying to a) winner over the crowd with cutesy couple banter or b) he was being a shitbitch that clearly didn't want to get laid tonight. 

"What can I say? God made me to be a bully."

He turned to me and gave me a half smile before kissing my cheek. "But you're my bully." If you guessed answer choice A then you are correct. You get a cookie.

The crowd aww'd and I rolled my eyes, scrunching up my nose the way I did everytime he said something absolutely adorbs. If I scrunched up my face people assumed that I was blushing because of the muscles straining and not because I was a softy. Fake it til ya make it.

"Okay," I said, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. "If Harriet is done being gross and yucky, we will get started 'cause ain't nobody got time to be up in here all night."

"I got bronchitis. Ain't nobody got time fo dat." I stared at the side of his face blankly. Did the bitch not understand that I didn't have time for him to quote youtube videos? Evidently, he did not. He started laughing hysterically and I already knew what was about to happen even before he opened his mouth. He turned to me with a single tear streaming down his face and a part of the ice around my heart chipped off. "You want to hear a joke?"