The Firsts

Christmas Special, "The First Festivities"

LEGEND:

+ : a break in the story; a time jump.

and i'm too lazy for italics bc wattpad and tumble ignore formatting that i do in Docs so sorry i give up

WARNINGS: Prepare for some angst and sadness, but don't worry it'll be ok c:

WORD COUNT: 8.7k

SONG: Wonderful Christmastime  by Paul McCartney 

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"All I can say is that you make me... you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world."

― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

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The tiny tree drowning in miniature lights and ornaments taunts me as I pour the pale creamer into the steaming mug. Clucking my tongue, I drop a spoon into the beige colored abyss. I begin to stir it in never ending circles as my flats carry me down the hallway.

"You know, the break room looks more like Christmas than your house," I jest, turning to close the door behind me.

"If 's such a problem t' you then why dontcha do sumthin' 'bout it?" they remark sarcastically, turning to face me with an eyebrow raised in my direction. A corner of his mouth quirks upwards as I shake my head with a bemused smile.

"What do you call what I'm doing right now, huh?" I reply, handing the mug of coffee to him.

"I call it bullyin' me into submission, Ms. Lawyer," Harry giggles, bringing the hot mug to his lips.

"All I can say is that I learned from the best," I shrug and he shakes his head into his mug. "Ugh, I don't know how you can drink coffee when it's so hot. You must have no taste buds left, anymore."

His laugh tickles the air as he swallows, moving to set it down on a frosted black coaster beside his keyboard. Smiling, he licks his lips before they part, "Reckon I don't anymo' then, maybe that's why I liked yer poppy seed bread befo' you told me you'd doused it in icing t' hide tha fact it was burnt," Harry chuckles, and I press my smiling lips together. Shaking my head, his giggle nudges at my own lips framed by flamed cheeks.

"Hush," I say, turning away and walking towards his sofa where my purple knit blanket has found a new home with my Macbook.

"And what if I don't?" he teases, taking hold of my waist and stopping behind me where I feel his breath on my ear.

"Really?" I ask in a titter, moving my body to face him and his ethereal looking smile. A sight I had gone so long without seeing that I wasn't sure if it could find its home anymore.

"Really really," he grins, dipping to leave kisses along my cheeks. My eyes fall shut with a smile accompanying it, and I enjoy the feeling of his lips along my temple, and then my cheek. It still feels so new, all over again, and I won't let what came before it shadow it.

"I think you should get a tree, Harry, it's Christmas next week, babe."

"Then come with me t' tha tree farm t'night," he murmurs against my skin, followed by my intake of air when his teeth sink into my ear. Our giggles mingle when he releases it and continues his journey down my neck.

"Wait, really?" I ask excitedly, pulling away to find his lips falling into a frown. "You're finally agreeing to go all out with me? The real tree, decorating the tree while cookies bake in the oven and-."