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NUMBER ONE

A/N: i've been dying to post this fic for so long! i wrote this first so it's been sitting in my drafts for over a month, if not two haha! it's a good old fake dating trope with personal assistant reader, one of my fav things! happy holidays to you all, hope you are having a loving time!🎁

PAIRING: Harry Styles X PA!Reader

WORD COUNT: 10.3k

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“What do you mean you can’t come?! You promised me a month ago, Jonathan!”

Holding the phone to your ear you have a finger in your other to hear whatever he is saying on the other end of the line. The concert is still on and it’s almost impossible to find a spot backstage where you can actually hear something, not when Harry is blowing the place up, just as usual.

“I know! I’m sorry, but you know my brother is the only one in the family with a driver’s license other than me and he broke his fucking ankle, now I have to be the chauffeur for all my aunts during the holidays!” he growls in frustration.

“Then get a real chauffeur! Or can’t you drive them around after you’ve spent the night at mine?”

“Just tell your mom something came up for me, okay? And that I’m really sorry, I wish I could be there blah blah blah. I’m sorry, Y/N, okay? I really wanted to help you, but I can’t.”

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, trying your best to hold your tears back.

You should have known this whole plan was the worst idea you’ve ever had, but when you’re desperate there’s nothing that sounds too ridiculous. The plan was to bring Jonathan home for Christmas so he can pretend to be your boyfriend and your family would stop bugging you about being single now that your sister is engaged. When Leila called you with the news a month ago you were extremely happy but you also knew you would never hear the end of it that your sister, who is three years younger than you is engaged and you don’t even have a boyfriend.

“I have a busy schedule and I’m focusing on my career,”you tell them every time, but they think it’s just a lame excuse. Well, it is an excuse, but you wouldn’t say it’s lame. It’s the truth, you don’t have much time left next to the tasks you carry with being a superstar’s personal assistant and tour manager at the same time. It’s a killer combo, but you love the challenges and you love the job. Your mother however thinks you’ll never find a husband if you keep working in this pace and she is already praying for your soul even though you’re only twenty-seven, you have plenty of time.

And besides… you’re not quite interested in dating. Not when the man of your dreams is right in front of you and he also happens to be your boss.

“It’s fine,” you mumble into the phone.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“Sure. I gotta go,” you sigh when you hear the last song starting.

You end the call with a bitter goodbye and take a moment to yourself to think about the trouble you brought on yourself. When your mom kept bringing up your nonexistent dating life over the phone you couldn’t take it anymore and opened your big mouth, telling her that you’d be bringing someone home for Christmas. Not anyone, your boyfriend. Which you obviously don’t have. Jonathan is your only straight male friend who you’d trust with the situation and it took some time to convince him to do it, but at last he agreed to be your fake boyfriend, however his brother’s accident screwed it all up and you’re supposed to fly home in a few days with him but… it’s gone to shit and you’re gonna have to explain to your family why you’re alone again.

It seems like a frown is etched onto your face, because as Harry runs off the stage, sweaty and high on adrenaline he freezes as he sees you, a quizzed look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you grumble. “Go and get ready to leave,” you tell him, sending out a few texts, avoiding to look at him. When he doesn’t move for several moments your eyes snap up at him. “Would you not be a pain in the ass and do what I asked?”

“Woah, what’s gotten your panties twisted?” he asks with a frown, but heads to his dressing room finally and you walk along him, busying yourself with your phone.

“I said nothing. I’m gonna go and talk to head of security. Meet me at the car in thirty.”

Harry wants to question your sudden change of act, but he has no chance as you run off to do your work.

Running your usual rounds in the venue you make sure everything is going smooth, the arena is slowly emptying out and the stage crew starts to take the stage apart and load everything into the trucks. For a little bit you forget about having to face your family, but as soon as you head out to the car to meet Harry it comes back clashing down on you.

“You’re starting to worry me, Y/N. You look like the world is about to end,” Harry comments on your act once again as the two of you climb into the car and head back to the hotel.

“If the world ended today I would be the happiest,” you mumble barely audible, but he still catches your words.

“You sound like an emo teen, would you just tell me what got you so upset?”

“I’m upset because I’m stupid!” you groan, folding your arms on your chest. The driver starts the car and you roll out of the parking lot, passing by hoards of fans, but neither of you care about them now. Harry is watching you intently as you load your problems out on him. “Jonathan was supposed to come home with me for Christmas, but his brother broke his fucking ankle so he can’t come and I have to go home alone!”

“Okay, I feel like I’m missing something,” Harry comments, eyes narrowed at you. “Why was he supposed to go home with you?”

Pursing your lips you think about telling him a lie. You don’t necessarily want him to know that you’re so desperate you told your mother you have a boyfriend when you’re as single as you can get. This is something only crazy people do who think that their life is a movie.

“I, uhh… I might or might have not told my mother that I have a boyfriend who I’m bringing home for Christmas. And that boyfriend was supposed to be Jonathan.”

“Wait, what?” he grimaces. “You’re dating Jonathan?”

“I’m not!” you growl rolling your eyes. “I just wanted him to pretend like we’re dating.”

“But… why exactly?”

Sighing sadly, you turn to stare out the window, the flickering lights of the city passing by you in a blur. You’ve never told anyone in details about what it was like to grow up with your sister. She was just always better than you. Prettier, more popular, she nailed everything in life. She was a cheerleader in high school and of course, prom queen, she’s been dating her boyfriend since the eleventh grade, she got into Columbia with scholarship and now she is working a perfect job, lives in a perfect house with the perfect man who’ll marry her soon.

You never blamed her. You couldn’t hold it against her that she had everything she wanted. It’s the way your family always treated the situation. You weren’t popular, didn’t get to be prom queen, hell you almost didn’t even go to prom because no one asked you out. You dropped out of college and started as an assistant in a law firm before you ventured over to celebrities. Two years ago you landed this spot next to Harry and you’re proud of what you accomplished, however your parents don’t feel quite the same. You never hear the end of it that you didn’t finish school, but Leila did, that your job is not the type they generally consider serious, but Leila’s is, or that you haven’t had a serious relationship in five years, unlike Leila… Nothing you do is good enough or just simply… enough.

You just wanted one Christmas when you’re not the disgrace of the family. Apparently, you wished for way too much.

“Doesn’t matter, Harry,” you mumble, shaking your head softly.

He remains silent and you’re convinced the topic is dropped, but when you reach the hotel and the two of you are heading up in the elevator, he breaks the silence and almost makes you faint.

“I could go home with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.” You turn to him with wide eyes, fully convinced that he is just pulling your leg, but he seems serious.

“Excuse me?”

“I could do it. Only if you haven’t told your parents that it’s Jonathan, because then we would have some problems with the change…” he muses.

“I-I didn’t tell them, but… Harry, you can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you can’t.”

The elevator arrives and you’re quick to storm out heading to your room, but Harry catches up with you in a heartbeat.

“I totally can and I’m willing to do it, Y/N.”

“You can’t! They know you’re my boss!” you shush him, but he just rolls his eyes.

“So what? That doesn’t mean we can’t be a couple.” You ignore the way your heart skips a beat as Harry talks about the two of you as a couple. This is not exactly the setting you imagined it come up.

“Harry,” you sigh stopping in the middle of the hallway. “This is just… ridiculous, okay? The whole thing was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have even come up with it. I’ll just tell them the truth.”

“Well… if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Of course I know, I’m the one who puts your schedule together,” you scoff and he just grins at you before walking up to his room and disappearing inside.

Not even twenty-four hours later you’re sipping on your afternoon coffee in a different city, laptop in front of you on the small table of the hotel bar, going through loads of emails, making calls to all parts of the globe. You’ll head to the venue soon to check out how the stage building is going, it’s been your usual for months now, life on the road.

Your fingers are typing away fast on the keyboard when you spot the familiar figure approaching you from the corner of your eyes. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Harry, wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants, a coffee in his hands as he lazily walks up to your table and takes a seat, inviting himself into your company.

“Have you thought about it?” he hums, stirring the black liquid as he stares out the window.

“I think about a million things a day, you have to be more specific,” you answer in a flat tone, eyes still glued to the screen.

It’s been the dynamic you built up. You like to be sarcastic, a bit rude to him but he always knows it’s just a game. It helps you keep a very fragile wall between the two of you so you don’t fall for him even more and at least you can do your job. Though Harry likes the bickering, even fuels it as much as he can, enjoying the little remarks and teasing.

“The Christmas thing,” he adds, taking a sip from the coffee, sliding lower in his chair.

“I have not,” you mumble, but it’s a total lie. It’s all you’ve been thinking about since he offered to be your fake boyfriend. You haven’t been able to wrap your mind around the absurdity of it: your boss, who you’re in love with, coming home with you for Christmas to pretend to be your fake boyfriend. This straight up sounds like the plot of a Netflix movie.

“Okay, then think now. Because I’ve thought and I came up with a few things that would convince you.”

“Harry, I’m working. My job doesn’t end when you run off the stage, alright?” you sigh, leaning back in your seat, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You’re just answering Jeff’s million emails, that can wait,” he says and simply shuts the laptop down, your eyes widening.

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

“I am, but what’s new?” he smirks at you, crossing one leg over the other. “So. I’m the perfect candidate to be your fake boyfriend, because I know everything about you. We’ve been practically living together, I know the way a boyfriend would know you.”

“Harry, can you just—“

“Second, I’ve met your mother and I totally charmed her, she would love me!”

“You’re giving yourself way too much credit, H,” you roll your eyes.

“Come on, don’t tell me I wouldn’t make her swoon as your boyfriend!”

It’s hard to admit, but he is right. Your parents might not like your career choice, but they love Harry. They think he is the greatest person in the celebrity world and your mother even said that you should quit your job and just date him. As if that was so easy…

“Alright, third. I assume we would have to sleep in the same room so we would have to share a bed and we’ve done that before. Wouldn’t be a problem this time either.”

“Harry, how long did you spend thinking about these stuff?” you huff, your head rolling back as you let out a frustrated groan.

“Enough to make the perfect plan,” he smirks proudly. “Come on, it’s gonna be fun!”

“No, it’s not,” you shake your head right away. “You don’t know the shitshow that goes down on Christmas in our family.”

“It’s a shitshow everywhere, I can manage,” he shrugs.

“And how do you plan to explain to your mother that you won’t be home for Christmas on time?”

“Mum’s in quarantine, one of her girlfriends tested positive so now she is locked up as well. It ends after Christmas so we’re celebrating later.”

“I can’t believe you have an answer to everything,” you scoff in disbelief. “Why are you so desperate to do this?”

“Because I wanna help you! I can tell it’s something important to you and you do so much for me, I could finally do something for you! Just let me help!” he begs, running a hand through his hair and god, he looks way too good for your league. No one will believe you scored Harry Styles…

“I don’t…”

“Come on!” he groans in frustration. “It’s gonna be fun, we can spend some time together without any work loading on us. When was the last time we did that?”

“You took me out to dinner on my birthday,” you answer without a second thought, because you’re definitely keeping tabs on the times you spent alone with Harry.

“That’s right, but that’s been so long,” he whines. “I’ll be your best fake boyfriend, your family will fall in love with me and they are gonna finally get out of your hair about being single.”

“I never told you this is why I’m doing it,” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Y/N, I know you,” he smiles at you softly. “You’ve complained to me several times how your parents just keep bugging you to get a boyfriend and your sister just got engaged. You don’t want to go home alone and listen to them dragging you down because Leila is getting married and you’re not.”

You never thought he paid attention, not this much at least. But it seems like Harry remembered everything you told him and it’s making your chest ache. It would be easier to keep your emotions out of the equation if only he wasn’t the greatest man alive, always so caring and thoughtful. You’re afraid that if you’ll pretend to be dating Harry your heart will get broken, even more than it already is. That’s why you’re so adamant about not accepting his offer.

“You’ll have someone to complain to all Christmas, I think that’s a great deal, Y/N,” he smirks at you, slurping up the rest of his black coffee.

Just as you’re about to answer him, your phone starts to ring and the words die on your tongue as you reach for the device.

“I have to take this,” you mumble. Harry nods and standing up he grabs his empty cup.

“Think about it some more,” he softly tells you, giving your shoulder a squeeze before walking away. You pay one last glance after him before turning back towards your phone and answering the call.

It’s the last show before everyone is heading home for the holidays. The tour dragged longer than it was planned at the beginning, more and more shows were added, because Harry just wants to give the people what they want. That’s how you ended up with the last show being so close to Christmas.

Harry is on stage now, talking to a fan whose sign just asked for dating advice, he is wearing a magenta suit, of course, no shirt underneath. His smile is beaming as he is talking about how they should never trust a man who forgets their birthday and you’ve always found it funny how wise he can get when he is definitely no expert in dating. After all, he is just about to pretend to be your boyfriend for the holidays, what kind of sane man agrees to do that?

Fixing your mask you step out to the arena to the secluded area where crew members can get a glimpse of the show. You stay close to the wall, watching him parade on the stage, another rainbow flag glued to his hands, just like about every night. There’s no doubt this is his element, the place where he is himself the most and you’ve always admired how open he can get with thousands of people around him.

It’s not a surprise you fell for him, how could you not? You hit it off instantly when you started working for him at the beginning, an odd but deep friendship forming between the two of you quite fast. Being vulnerable with Harry feels like second nature, he is a great listener and has a magic power to get you to trust him right away. One month into knowing him it felt like you’ve known him all your life.

And loved him all your life.

While you shared almost every detail of your life with him, he has seen you at your best and worst, bought you tampons in the middle of the night and held your hair as you threw up from food poisoning, there was one thing you could never tell him: how badly you fell in love with him.

You know you’ll never get to have him the way you want. It just wasn’t meant to be, no matter how painful it is to accept it. But as you watch him sing his heart out on stage, the ache to get closer to him just grows and you’re desperate to get just a tiny slice of him.

That’s when you make up your mind that you’ll let him go home with you and pretend to be your boyfriend. Because if that’s the only way you can have him… you’re gonna take it.

It’s an emotional moment as Harry leaves the stage for the last time, he is throwing kisses everywhere, bowing and waving around before he runs behind the curtains where you’re already waiting for him.

“Great job,” you pat him on the back, the two of you heading to his dressing room.

“Thanks. Gonna miss this a lot,” he sighs, chest still heaving as he is trying to catch his breath. “When are you leaving tomorrow?” he asks, pushing the door to his dressing room open and you follow him inside, closing it behind so it’s just the two of you. He gets rid of the mask as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, his suspenders already hanging from his waist.

“You mean… when are we leaving?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip. He freezes and then his head snaps around to look at you, a cheesy grin already growing on his lips. “I thought about what you said and… if you’re still up for it, I would appreciate it if you came home with me to… pretend to be my boyfriend. God, this sounds so stupid,” you groan shaking your head.

“Oh, you won’t regret it, Y/N,” he chuckles and walking closer he yanks you into his arms, hugging you tight, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

“Yeah,” you mumble against his shoulder. “I really hope so.”

“Would you relax? You definitely don’t look like you’re happy to bring your boyfriend home.”

Harry places a hand over your bouncing knee as he pulls up to your parents’ house, your anxiety rising high when it comes into your vision. It’s decorated exactly the same as every year, your mother never buys new decorations, not even when they start to look rusty and worn down.

You shoot Harry an awfully fake smile, but he just chuckles as he places his hand back at the wheel.

“I will not take the blame for any emotional or mental trauma you might suffer from while you’re here, alright?” you remind him again.

“Yup, you want me to sign a contract?” he teases you smirking and you just smack his chest playfully.

He pulls up to the driveway and you see the curtains move in the window so it’s just a matter of seconds for your mother to burst out the front door and attack the two of you. You still haven’t told them who your alleged boyfriend is and she’ll probably flip when she realizes that it’s Harry.

“Get ready, babe,” Harry smirks as the two of you get out of the car and the front door flies open just as you expected.

“Finally!” your mom runs out, hands in the air as she approaches the two of you. You walk around the car, joining Harry by the driver’s side, his arm coming to curl around your shoulders to pull you to his side and you swallow hard, plastering a smile on your face, watching your mother finally realize who you’ve just brought home. She stops, mouth hangs open, covering it with her hands as she stares and you and Harry with wide eyes, while the man on your side is just smiling at her sweetly, always the charmer.

“Oh my God! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?!” she screeches before taking the rest of the way to you, pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t freak out, okay? I wanted it to be a surprise,” you grit through your teeth as you hug her back before she turns to Harry, arms wrapping around him as well.

“I surely am surprised! Oh my, I was not expecting you, son!” she cheers, patting Harry’s dimply cheeks.

“It’s so nice to see you again Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, just call me Martha!”

“Alright,” Harry chuckles, his hand coming to rest on your back. “Hope you don’t mind Y/N didn’t tell you about me, but we’ve been keeping it low.”

“Oh, I understand, though I’m a bit hurt you thought I wouldn’t keep my mouth about it!” she jokes. “But let’s forget about it, come on in! Don’t freeze out here. I’ve just made hot chocolate. Leila and Stanley will be here in a bit too, they are on their way already.”

Unloading your stuff from the car you head inside, your dad coming from the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hand when he spots the two of you, his eyebrows shooting up upon seeing Harry with you.

“You’re dating your boss?” he asks right away, no filter on him at all.

“Dad!” you roll your eyes at him, Harry just grinning next to you.

“What? Is he not your boss?”

“He is, but… it’s not like that, alright? We don’t work in an office or something like that.”

“That I know,” he mumbles and you bite your tongue not to comment on his words. “Well, welcome back, Harry.”

He extends his hands for your boyfriend and he takes it with a soft smile.

“Nice to see you again. And I know this might be a bit weird, but I assure you that we do everything we can to keep our relationship separated from work. It’s been going well.”

“I’m not one to judge,” your dad shrugs. “Worked with your mother when we got together,” he smirks, patting Harry’s shoulder and you let out a long breath. This could have gone better, but it’s not as disastrous as you’ve imagined it. Nice start.

The two of you bring your bags up to your old room, having a few moments to yourself as you close the door saying you’ll unpack.

“This went well, right?” Harry hum, sitting down to the edge of your bed and you try to ignore how weird it is to see him in your old room, the one you grew up in.

“It was fine. But I think Leila will be more skeptical than them, so we gotta convince her.”

“No problem,” he smirks confidently.

Not too much later you hear the front door open and close downstairs, your sister’s voice hitting your ear as she and her fiancé are welcoming your parents. You take a deep breath, mentally bracing yourself for the meeting.

“Okay, come on. Let’s say hi to them,” you say Harry, who’s been lying across the bed flipping through your high school yearbook until now. Shutting the book closed he jumps to his feet and follows you out of the room.

You spot Leila at the bottom of the stairs, Stanley right behind her and they look just the same as you remembered them.

“Hey! There you are!” she greets you with a bright smile when she sees you walking down the stairs, Harry trailing behind you. “And Harry! Hi!”

She doesn’t seem surprised to see Harry and the way they hug got you suspicious. Leila doesn’t seem fazed at all that Harry is the one she is seeing by your side.

“So, um… I know I didn’t tell you about it, but Harry is… the one I’m dating.” you explain, the words feel strange and unfamiliar on your tongue.

“That’s great!” she beams, but no trace of surprise is seen on her face still. Something is off. “Oh, let me put the tiramisu into the fridge,” she rushes off, Stanley following her behind with their bags as you turn to face Harry.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asks with an innocent look.

“Leila doesn’t seem surprised to see you, you know anything about that?”

“That’s because I told her,” he answers as if it was the most usual thing ever, but you don’t share his opinion.

“What do you mean you told her?”

“I talked to her and told her that I’m the one you’re dating and you’re bringing me home for Christmas.”

“What the fuck?! When did that happen? And why are you talking to my sister?!”

It seems like you’re the only one who is shocked by the information, Harry doesn’t seem too shaken up by any of it. If anything, he is looking at you like you’re crazy.

“Talked to her on the phone yesterday. Why is that so shocking to you?”

“Because I didn’t know you were just casually making calls to my sister!”

“You talk to my sister all the time.”

“But that’s different! I’m your assistant, I need to keep in touch with the people around you.”

“I don’t think gossiping with my sister is your job,” Harry smirks at you. “I’ve kept in touch with your sister since I met her last year. Thought I would let her know that you’re bringing me.”

“And do you think she believed that we’re dating?” you nervously ask, glancing towards the kitchen where you can see Leila already arguing about something with your mom. When you look back at Harry he seems a little hesitant, but it disappears from his eyes pretty quickly.

“Don’t worry, she didn’t even question it. Come on, let’s mingle a little.” He puts a hand to your back, guiding you after the rest of your family, though you’re not quite in the mood to put up an act for now. However you don’t have much of a choice.

Somehow, you manage to survive the first day at home. Harry was right, he charmed the shit out of your mother and by the time dinner was over you were sure she was more in love with him than you. Your dad seemed a little skeptical at first, but it didn’t take long for Harry to warm him up and they sat down for dinner like old pals. Everyone seems to love Harry and the fact that you’re dating him.

It’s a shame it’s all just one big lie.

Wrapping yourself up in a thick blanket you grab your tea from the kitchen counter and head out to the sunroom to join Leila, Stanley and Harry for a late night chat. Your parents are already out, your mom is gonna be up by six probably in the morning to start everything for the big family gathering tomorrow, so it’s just the four of you.

It’s too cold to sit on the porch, that’s why you decided to take the evening to the sunroom where your mom keeps most of her precious plants. Arriving you see that you’re the only one drinking tea, an open bottle of wine sits on the table, Everyone nursing a glass of the red liquid as you hold your steaming mug in your hands, sitting down next to Harry. He’s been drinking a bit throughout the evening, though he is not drunk, and you know how touchy he can get with some alcohol in his system, but you still get surprised when he curls an arm around your shoulders and tugs you to his side.

“Apple and cinnamon?” he asks with a lazy smile, sniffing the air that smells from your tea.

“Yeah. You want to try?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper. You haven’t been able to get used to the little touches and looks you’ve been getting from Harry. You keep telling yourself not to fall too comfortable into this role, because it’s all fake, but it’s hard to draw the lines.

“No, I’m good, but thank you,” he smiles at you, taking a sip from his own drink.

“Oh my God, you two are the cutest,” Leila sighs and you look at her, meeting her dreamy eyes as she sits cuddled up to Stan’s side. “You haven’t told us how it happened, I wanna hear the story!”

You purse your lips, looking up at Harry you share a glance and he is the one speaking up first.

“It just… kinda happened. I slowly grew some balls and asked her out one day.”

“So you were always into her?” Stan asks.

“Since day one,” he answers, but his eyes are locked on yours and the damn butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. It’s really hard to remind yourself that it’s all just an act, especially when his fingers are delicately dancing on your arm and shoulder.

“And how did you ask her out? Did you just blurt it out or did you plan it?” Leila asks in excitement.

Harry’s eyes shift to his drink as he runs his tongue across his lips, probably coming up with a story he can feed them and you wonder what he’ll say.

“It was at the beginning of tour, just a few shows into it, in Dallas to be precise. She was in my room before the night of the show, going over my schedule for the next few weeks and I was trying to decide if I wanted to shave or not. We had some wine, just chilling and taking it slow,” he starts and you realize that this evening actually happened, you still remember it.

“She was lying on my bed on her stomach, typing so fast on her phone, I wondered how her thumbs haven’t fallen off,” he chuckles and you can’t push down a smile either. “Maybe it was the alcohol or I just finally came around and figured out what I want in life, but I sat down, took her phone and she whined, but I just stared at her smiling and… asked her to have dinner with me in the next city. Then she asked if I wanted her to reserve a table and if anyone else was coming, but I told her that it was just gonna be the two of us, because it’s gonna be our first date.”

Your lips part and your chest aches as your eyes are glued to his. He described that evening perfectly, everything happened like that except he never asked you out. When he grabbed your phone from you, he just stared at you as you whined and asked for it back and he cocked his head to the side before handing it back to you at last, walking back into the bathroom.

“That sounds just like Y/N, thinking that it’s a group thing,” Leila chuckles, snapping you back from your thoughts, you definitely got lost in the memory and the way Harry is staring at you right now.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckle nervously, bringing your mug to your lips to busy yourself with something, but you were too fast with that and the hot drink burns your tongue.

“I kind of always knew you two would end up together,” Leila muses and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

“Sure you did,” you mumble to yourself, religiously avoiding to look at Harry for the rest of the evening.

You head up to your rooms about an hour later when the wine has run out and you’ve been yawning for a while. Leila and Stanley take her old room while you retreat into yours, Harry following behind and for a hot minute you forgot that you have to sleep in the same bed, but reality comes crashing down on you when he closes the door and it’s just the two of you after being surrounded by your family all day.

You use the bathroom first while Harry lies in bed, scrolling on his phone before it’s his turn. You’ve never been more anxious to sleep next to him, this whole day just turned your world upside down and now you have to share a bed with him, even though it’s not the first time. He has crashed in your hotel room several times not just on this tour but on several trips you’ve taken around the globe since you’ve started working for him.

Placing your rings to the nightstand you cocoon on your side of the bed, pulling the covers up to your ears as you lie on your side, facing the wall. The bathroom door opens and you listen to Harry fumbling around in the room until the mattress dips behind you and he makes himself comfortable on his side. Just when you think he’s gonna go to sleep without a word he speaks up.

“Are you mad at me?”

Turning around you give him a puzzled look.

“Why would I be?” you ask, your heart beating like crazy.

“Because you’ve been so quiet since Leila asked how we got together. Did I say something wrong?”

The two of you are lying now facing each other, your hands tucked under your head as you take just a split second to adorn his handsome face squished into your pillow. You wonder why everyone believed so easily that you’re a couple when he is clearly way out of your league.

“I’ve been just tired. My mother can be a bit too much all at once,” you say, forcing out a tiny smile.

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Of course.”

“Okay,” he hums nodding into the pillow. “Tomorrow is the big day? Your whole family is coming over?”

“Yeah. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the whole fam,” you chuckle softly, a smile tugging on his lips too.

“Alright, I’ll switch into full boyfriend mode.”

“Was it not that today?” you tease, making him chuckle.

“Kinda, but I can put some extra into it.”

“No need, you already charmed everyone.”

“Everyone? You included?” he asks teasingly, no clue how on spot that question was.

“Don’t get too cocky,” you warn him, trying to mask your real emotions.

“Okay, I’ll take it as a yes,” he grins, clearly pleased with himself. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry,” you sigh, turning back around, your heart pounding in your chest and you can only hope he can’t hear it in the silence.

The house is packed and it’s not even nine am. You didn’t joke when you told Harry that it’s gonna be a shitshow. Your mom has three sisters, each of them at least two kids, but Aunt Carol spent her twenties popping babies out one after the other, gifting you with five cousins alone, so your home would be full if only they came over, but that’s not an option. You’re trying to fetch yourself a coffee, but your cousin Annabelle’s twin daughters have been running in circles in the kitchen, making you trip over them almost three times in the past thirty seconds. Today is going to be way too long and tiring.

If it wasn’t enough, the morning was kind of awkward.

Your bed is not the same size as the ones you’ve shared in hotels before, so you and Harry ended up tangled in each other sometime in the night and when you opened your eyes you were met with his chest, his arms draped over your figure as you were hugging his waist under the covers. You were so shocked, for a minute you didn’t even know what to do, then he woke up too, hugged you even tighter for a second before he realized the position you were in.

It was a bunch of sorry and no worries and awkward fumbling and mumbling before you jumped out of the bed and locked yourself up in the bathroom. You never plan to talk about it again, but it’ll be stuck in your head probably forever.

“Good morning!” Harry greets everyone walking into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a simple red sweater. He looks so cozy, you almost want to bury your face in his chest, but you just stare back at him, stirring your coffee, not even realizing that you should introduce him to the people he hasn’t met. Luckily, your mother takes the situation into her own hands.

“Isn’t it great that Y/N finally has a boyfriend?” your mom enthuses to your aunts and you just roll your eyes, sipping on your coffee. “I was starting to get worried that she’ll be alone forever!”

“Mom, I’m only twenty-six. It’s not like I was behind or something,” you scoff at her.

“You haven’t had a boyfriend in so long, we all thought you’d just given up to even look!” she laughs as if she just told the joke of the year, but you’re not laughing at all.

“I’ve been busy, I’ve been working a lot to get here in my career. I’m holding two positions on a sold out tour, that doesn’t leave much time to look.”

“One of those positions is an assistant, honey. Those are never too hard, I assume,” she smiles innocently and you’re quite close to throw the mug at the wall screaming. But before you could react, Harry steps over to you, pulling you in front of him, his arms snaking around your waist from behind as he keeps you tight to his chest.

“Well, it’s not,” he speaks up calmly. “I usually work on at least three projects at the same time and Y/N is the person who keeps it all together. If it wasn’t for her, my career would be literally over. And beside all that, she is tour manager, she stays in contact with about a hundred people on the daily basis and she makes sure everything goes as smooth as possible. I can assure you that Y/N works harder than anyone and I’m so grateful for her, every day.”

Everyone in the room is stunned from Harry’s little speech and you have to blink a few times before you can even move. Harry just smiles around before his eyes fall on you and he simply kisses your cheek before his arms fall from around your waist and he moves to pour himself some coffee.

Your mom just mumbles something that resembles a sorry before she is called away, your aunts leaving as well so it’s just you and Harry left in the kitchen for a few minutes.

“Hey,” you softly say, standing next to him as he is sitting at the kitchen island. “Thanks for… standing up for me.”

“Just told them the truth,” he smiles at you, his hand finding yours on the counter, squeezing it gently. “I hope you do know that you’re amazing at what you do, keeping everything together. I’m sorry your mom doesn’t see how huge it is.”

“Nothing is serious to her other than being a lawyer or a doctor,” you scoff rolling your eyes.

“She has pretty high standards,” he chuckles softly. “But if that makes a change… I’m really proud of you, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you breathe out. If only he knew how much that means to you…

Somehow you survive the first part of the day without breaking down fully and it has a lot to do with Harry on your side. Every time one of your aunts or your mom or one of your nosy cousins comments on something about you, he swoops right in and not only stands up for you, but he always makes sure to keep you grounded and calm, touching you in any way he could. A hand on your arm or back, sweet and tiny glances and smiles, an arm curled around your shoulders or waist, he’s been really good at this pretending and if you didn’t know better you’d think that he is doing all of this for real.

Sometime after lunch you get caught up in a raging game of Scrabble and you lose track of Harry. When Uncle Thomas wins the third round, using words you all think are made up but he proves over and over again that they aren’t, you leave the table to look for Harry and make sure your family hasn’t wrecked him.

Walking upstairs you hear his voice coming from your room and as you get closer you realize that he is not alone, Leila is in there with him. As you appear at the door their conversation comes to an abrupt stop and Harry jumps to his feet as if he was just caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“Hey, everything alright in here?” you ask, eyes switching between the two of them.

“Of course, we just had a little talk,” Leila smiles at you sweetly, standing up from the edge of the bed. You catch them share a look and your stomach drops, something is going on, but you have no idea what it is and it seems like they are keen to keep it away from you. In the matter of just a few seconds, your anxiety and darkest thoughts take over your mind and you come to the worst possible conclusion.

What if Harry is into your sister? He kept in touch with her all this time and now they are sneaking away from the rest of the family, this looks awfully upsetting, but you can’t let your mask fall.

“Hey, do you maybe want to take a walk?” Harry asks stepping closer to you, but this one time you want to keep some distance between the two of you.

“Um, I’m not feeling too good.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

“Just… I think I’m gonna take a quick nap, if that’s alright,” you mumble.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Leila asks, worry lacing through her voice and you just nod, forcing out a smile.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

She leaves so you can have some peace and you get to bed, pulling the covers over yourself, realizing that Harry is still in the room. He comes to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, brushing your hair out of your hair with a soft touch and it churns your stomach.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I’ll just rest a bit. I promise I’ll be fine,” you smile at him and he doesn’t seem convinced, but nods anyway and leaves, closing the door behind him.

You’ve done this before, got yourself over the fact that you’ll never have a chance at Harry. But this time it hurts even more, because you got a glimpse of what it would be like if he was yours and now your heart is breaking more than ever.

An hour later when you wake up you feel a tad bit better or at least good enough to get back to pretending. While you were out, Harry befriended the younger ones in the house and as you get downstairs you find him in the living room, focused on a coloring book, all the other kids doing the same thing around the coffee table. When he spots you, he abandons his work and he is quick to get to his feet and rush over to you.

“Hey, how are you feeling? Any better?” His hand moves to check your forehead in case you have a fever, but physically you’re alright.

“Yeah, I’m better,” you smile at him and he pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

For some reason, Harry doesn’t leave your side from that moment. He is just always around you, watching you like a hawk.

Dinner finally comes and you all gather around the table, naturally, you sit next to Harry and he keeps putting an arm onto the back of your chair as you both try to keep up with the conversation at the table.

“So when are you guys getting married?” You hear your cousin, Penelope ask and you don’t even look up, assuming the question was addressed to your sister, but the silence grabs your attention and when you raise your gaze you realize that she asked you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you chuckle nervously. “We’ve been dating for just a few months, P. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Come on, I’m sure you want to tie this dude down as fast as possible!” she jokes, more people joining in on the laughing while you just grit your teeth. Harry’s hand moves to your knee under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze before handling the situation.

“We’re not in a rush. Got all the time in the world, right, love?”

The way he called you love has turned you into jelly and you can barely manage to hum an answer as he smiles at you warmly. God, you’re so gone for the man, it’s ridiculous.

“Y/N, would you please bring in the tiramisu from the fridge?” your mother asks and you nod, standing from the table, but Harry moves with you at the same time.

“Let me help.”

You don’t protest, just let him follow you into the kitchen, grabbing the two massive boxes filled with the dessert before heading back, but right as you cross the archway of the kitchen your grandma speaks up.

“Hold on! Stop right there!”

You freeze, Harry right beside you as you stare back at your grandma with a puzzled look, but she just smirks back at you and it’s giving you a sinister feeling.

“Look up, darling!” she tells you and you do just that, finding a mistletoe hanging right above you, your stomach dropping instantly.

“Grandma, come on!” you groan, anxiety rising in your gut.

“I’m not the one making the rules!” she chuckles sweetly and it’s infuriating that you still can’t be mad at her, when she is forcing you into your most awkward situation ever. You dare to glance at Harry just for a second, seeing him with a blank expression, nothing can be read from his face.

“It’s just a silly thing, we’re not gonna…”

“If it’s just a silly thing, then get over with it and you can come back to the table!” she pushes and you have to bite into your bottom lip to stop yourself from a remark.

This is it. This is the moment where you’ll just die from embarrassment, because you’re sure Harry will not go through with it, that would be way over the lines and also, it would be stupid of you to think he would ever be okay with it. So you start thinking about a way to get out of this, but you don’t get far.

Because the next second, Harry’s hand cups your face, he turns your head, angling your head for him before his lips press onto yours.

A round of gasps and exciting murmuring washes over the room, but you shut it all out, only focusing on how Harry’s lips are gently sucking on your bottom lip, kissing you for the first time ever. It doesn’t end in just a few seconds, because when his lips let go of yours he goes right back again, kissing you a little more confidently and this time you return it as well, deepening it just a tiny bit. Your free hand moves up his chest to the base of his neck as you try to wrap your head around what’s truly happening, though it surely feels like a dream. One you’ve already had several times, but none of them were as good as this one.

“Get a room!” one of your cousins laughs, her voice bringing you back to reality, so you pull back, shock plastered all over your face and Harry seems to be mirroring the expression as he stares back at you. But a moment later you force a smile on your face, not wanting to draw any attention.

The two of you walk back to the table, place the tiramisu to the two ends and take your previous seats as the conversation carries on while you sit there in total disbelief that you just kissed Harry under a damn mistletoe.

Well, technically he kissed you and that just makes you even more anxious, not knowing what went down in his head before he made the decision. You have absolutely no idea how you’re gonna move on from this.

Later, when most of your family has left, only those are still around who are spending the night, some of you move to the sunroom again with some wine and leftover for the hungry men. It’s Leila, Stan, Harry and you, two of your cousins, one of your uncles and his wife occupying the beat-up couches your mom has moved to the room a few years ago. This time you’re having some of that wine as well, the conversation is going well and since there’s not that much space, you’re pushed up against Harry’s side while he has an arm curled around your shoulders. Ever since that kiss under the mistletoe something has changed, you can feel it in not just him but yourself too, but you don’t know yet what it really is and you’re a bit scared to face him alone in bed tonight. But for now, you’re just enjoying having him close to you.

Excusing yourself you take a quick trip to the bathroom, fixing your smudged mascara in the mirror before heading back. Just as you near the room you stop, seeing Harry and Leila in a seemingly confidential conversation in there, they are leant closer, pulling themselves a bit away from the rest of the group and your throat closes up at the sight of them. After the kiss you were way too busy to think about what you suspected before about Harry and Leila, but now it hits you like a train.

You should have expected it, Leila was always better than you in every possible way, you were always just a shadow of what she was. When you were a senior and she was a freshman in high school, you remember some of the boys in your class coming up to you, asking if you could introduce them to her. She was always the first one men noticed, the stunning and the pretty sister out of the two of you, why would it have been different with Harry?

With trembling lips you turn around and decide to take a few more minutes alone before returning. Making your way into the empty living room you sit down in the dark to the couch, the only light source is the Christmas tree in the corner, painting the room in a red and yellow hue. You pull your knees up to your chest and try your best not to let the tears spill out of your eyes, but it’s hard to control your emotions after everything that happened in the past two days.

You get sucked into your own dark thoughts and doubts so much that you don’t even hear someone else coming in.

“Y/N?” Your head snaps up at the sound of Harry’s voice and you spot him slowly approaching you on the couch with a worried look on his face. “What are you doing here alone?” he softly asks, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah, I just… I needed a minute. Why did you come inside?”

“Because you’ve been gone for like fifteen minutes, I was worried about you. Is everything alright?” Reaching out his hand falls on your knee and he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if he is saying that he is here and listening.

“Sure. I’ll be out in a second. You just… go back and enjoy the evening, don’t worry about me.”

“Y/N, I always worry about you and you seemed a little shaken up all day.”

“Nothing is wrong, Harry. Just go back, Leila must be looking for you.”

You couldn’t help the petty, bitter comment and you can tell that it took him by surprise as well. But it’s been bottling up inside you all day and it slipped your mouth.

“Why would she?”

“Harry, I’m not blind,” you chuckle bitterly. “It’s not a surprise you like her, but I hope you know she is a risky business since she is engaged.”

“Excuse me?” he huffs in disbelief. “Are you implying that I’m into your sister?”

“It’s pretty obvious,” you mumble under your breath. “You kept in touch with her, talked to her on the phone even before we came here… And when I found the two of you in my room earlier? That seemed pretty intimate.” Your cheeks are burning, but hopefully the dim lighting is hiding your embarrassment that you even have to talk about it.

“That’s… You got the whole thing wrong, Y/N, let me explain.”

“You don’t need to explain your feelings for her, I get it, I’m used to it, it’s totally fine.”

“Would you shut up for a minute and let me talk?” he laughs amused and you finally close your mouth, giving him the chance to talk. “I did keep in touch with Leila but not to the extent you think and most of the time she was just asking if you were doing alright because you haven’t answered her texts. I called her before coming here because it felt odd to come here without telling here, that’s all. Sure, I like her, she is a nice girl but… I assure you that I have no feelings for her or whatsoever. When you caught us in your room…”

He takes a deep breath, like he is getting ready for some kind of announcement and you’re holding your breath, staring back at him intently.

“She figured out that we are not dating.”

“What?” you ask, all blood rushing out of your face.

“Yeah, she saw right through us. But she also saw through me,” he admits clearing his throat. “She wanted to talk to me because… okay, I’ll just say it. She asked if I’m into you, because it seems like that and I told her that I am.”

Your stomach drops, eyes widen and your lips part at his words and it feels like you’ve just entered a parallel universe, because there’s no way Harry just admitted that he is into you.

“I told her that I’ve been in love with you for probably as long as I’ve known you and she urged me to tell you, because she thinks you feel the same way. Then you came up and I suggested to go on a walk because I wanted to tell you, but you didn’t feel good, so I just… dropped it.”

He rubs his face in his hands, letting out a long sigh as he leans back and stares in front of him for a moment before he continues.

“Then that kiss happened at dinner…” A tiny smile tugs on his lips and your heart is fluttering in your chest. “That wasn’t how I imagined our first kiss happening, forced by your grandma in front of your whole family, but… It didn’t matter, I was seeing stars, Y/N. Fucking stars and it was just a kiss!” He lets out an amused chuckle and you can’t help but smile as you listen to him intently, a feeling in the back of your mind still bugging you that it’s just a fever dream. “Leila has been bugging me to tell you all day, but I just couldn’t find the right moment and this is not that either I’m pretty sure about that, but…” He turns to you and reaching out he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t care anymore.”

There’s a few seconds of silence of the two of you just staring at each other, letting everything sink in and you have no idea what to do or say next.

“I literally just admitted to you that I’m in love with you and you haven’t said a word, Y/N. I’m starting to worry,” Harry speaks up chuckling and you can’t help the grin plastering across your face.

“I think that my jealousy scene was pretty obvious,” you mumble back and Harry reaches out, cupping your face in his palm, making you melt into his touch.

“I can’t believe you thought I was into your sister who is engaged!” he chuckles and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look.

“Hey! You acted suspicious! And you can’t blame me, my sister always came before me in everything.”

“Not for me,” he hums and you could cry from his words as he scoots closer, his hands grabbing a hold of your legs as he pulls them across his lap, his palms resting on your thighs. “You’ve always been my number one.”

“Always?” you ask in a whisper, your faces getting closer with each passing second and your hands find their way to the base of his neck, your noses bumping against each other.

“From day one, I told you,” he smirks at you cheekily. “Are you gonna say something to my confession or you’ll leave me hanging?”

“Your ego could use some humbling,” you tease him, though your heart is about to jump out of your ribcage.

“Not the time for that, baby,” he warns you playfully before he finally leans in, closing the distance between your lips, kissing you for the second time today.

It’s similar to the one you shared during dinner, but somehow different. There’s no anxiety and guessing about what it means or how the other is perceiving it, because it’s clearer than daylight.

Your hands cup his cheeks and he grasps your waist, pulling and positioning you until you’re straddling his lap and you can’t help the moan that slips through your lips, right into his mouth when your chest presses up against his. His kisses are slow but demanding and deep, he is taking his time savoring the moment, doing everything he couldn’t when your family was watching you with curious eyes earlier.

His lips move softly against yours, sucking and tugging on yours, tongues and teeth clashing, it’s a bit messy, but you don’t mind it. It’s perfect.

“Where did they—Oh!” Leila’s voice breaks the moment as she walks in, quickly stopping when she sees the two of you tangled up on the couch. You pull back, trying to pretend like you weren’t just making out on the couch like teenagers.

“Hi Leila,” Harry smirks as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, still sitting on his lap.

“Didn’t mean to disturb the lovebirds,” she grins widely, knowing exactly what she just walked into. “I wasn’t even here!” she calls out, going back to the sunroom.

“I think we got busted,” Harry murmurs, his fingers carding through your hair.

“We did. And she’ll tease me about it forever!” you groan, lifting your head. “We’ll never live this down, getting together after pretending to be dating.”

“Don’t care, would do it all over again,” he smirks pleased, eyes wandering down to your lips over and over again.

“This feels like a shitty Netflix Christmas movie,” you chuckle and leaning closer you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking his lips shortly.

“Shitty?” he gasps dramatically. “You’re talking about our relationship!”

“We have one?” you tease him.

“Of course,” he grins back. “Your last one.”

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White Christmas | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Pairing: shawn mendes x f!reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: in preparation for christmas eve dinner with shawn’s family, y/n makes her famous christmas cookies. when shawn offers to help it leads to a mix of ingredients y/n wasn’t quite expecting and a night full of memories

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: hi everyone! i wanted to write this story in honor of @watchmegetobsessed ‘s #fanficmas2021! i’ll be using the prompt “when i said i want a white christmas, this wasn’t what i had in mind.” i read that prompt and immediately thought of this idea so i hope you all like it as much as i do and it gets you into a festive holiday spirit! the execution of the plot and ending probably could’ve been better, but i’m still proud of it and think it’s sickeningly cute. finally, merry christmas eve, i hope you all have a wonderful holiday (if you celebrate), and that it’s full of so much love and happiness <3. enjoy the story and lmk what you think! :)

The smell of holiday candles wafted through the air as you made your way through the living room. What was it; cinnamon? Nutmeg? Some sort of spice only found in candles during the holidays? Whatever it is, it’s wonderful and making the condo feel and smell warm and cozy.

Shawn always went a little overboard with the candles he placed around the condo, but you loved it, loved the way it made him so happy and relaxed. Considering all he goes through, you figure the least this man deserves is a space where he feels safe and at ease. Even if that does mean spending fifteen minutes trying to light a bunch of Christmas candles.

As you put away the lighter you had been using, Shawn walks out from the bedroom and makes his way into the kitchen with you. You smile at the sight of him; red sweater, jeans, fluffy hair, and eyes sparkling from the city lights outside mixed with the holiday ones strung up around your home. A perfect sight you could say.

“Hey, baby, how’s it going?” Shawn asks as he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Good, I just finished lighting the fifty candles you have out,” you tease. Shawn groans and nuzzles his nose into the top of your head.

“Whatever, you know you love them,” he hums. “They make all the decorations come together. It’s one thing to see the holiday spirit, but it’s another to smell it in the air as well.”

“I’m going to have to agree with you on that one, Mendes,” you reply.

Turning slightly in Shawn’s arms, you gaze around the condo, taking in the sight of everything. It all looks so beautiful, and Shawn isn’t wrong about the candles helping to really tie everything in. It really feels like being in a winter wonderland when you step inside the front door.

You and Shawn had decided to go all out this year. After everything that happened last year with the height of the pandemic and not being able to have the Christmas you all hoped for, you decided this year you’d do everything you could to make it as best as possible. Shawn’s family was coming over for Christmas Eve dinner and the both of you couldn’t be more excited. Family gatherings were far and few between with all the constant restrictions and fears of getting sick, so being able to finally spend this time together is really all you could ask for.

Shawn’s family would be here soon, so you’re just making all the finishing touches. You and Shawn had somehow put together a wonderful meal, all your favorites and then some. It was a miracle considering when you and Shawn are together in the kitchen, there’s always some sort of disaster. The two of you have too much fun and constantly lose track of time, leading to burnt dishes or forgotten ingredients. It truly is a Christmas miracle the food made it’s way from the kitchen to the dining area without a hitch.

“Is there anything left to do?” Shawn questions, unwrapping his arms from around you.

“Just one more thing,” you reply before opening up a few cabinets. “The Christmas cookies!”

“Ooo that’s right! Your famous Christmas cookies,” he chuckles as he watches you get all the ingredients you need.

“I don’t know if I would count the recipe I found online and have used the past four years as famous, but okay,” you giggle, setting out measuring cups and mixing bowls.

“According to Aaliyah they are. I swear she’s brought them up more times than I can count this past week,” Shawn says, shaking his head. “She’s so excited for them considering she wasn’t able to get some last year.”

“Well i’ll have to make her extra to take home. I couldn’t possibly let my favorite girl go without them any longer, now could I?” Shawn rolls his eyes while you laugh. The bond you and Aaliyah have is special, and you’re grateful to be able to connect with Shawn’s family so well.

“I guess not,” Shawn replies. He looks around at everything you’ve placed on the kitchen island and he reaches out to pick up a few of the cookie cutters you set out. “Do you want some help making them?”

You turn around and face Shawn, staring at him curiously.

“You wanna help me make the cookies?”

“Yeah! You’ve always made them on your own and I think it’d be fun if we did it together this time. I wanna continue to make as many memories with you as possible,” Shawn smiles fondly at you and you can’t help the fluttering of your heart as you take in his statement. He really is the sweetest guy in the world.

“Of course you can help me, love. Thank you for offering,” you say as you make your way over to Shawn and plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Taking his hand, you lead Shawn over to the other side of the kitchen island where all the materials are laid out. Shawn picks up some of the measuring cups and turns to face you.

"Where do I start?" He questions. You smile and push a couple of different ingredients towards Shawn, thinking of the perfect job for him.

"Since I make the cookies from scratch, how about I read off the recipe and you help me measure out the different ingredients," you say. Shawn nods his head and begins to open up the bags of flour and sugar.

"Alright, sounds good. Let's do this!" he exclaims.

Watching as Shawn starts to separate all of the measuring cups, ready and waiting for your instructions, you scoot a little closer to him.

"Hey if you do good I might even let you lick the spoon when we're done with it," you tease, nibbling on your bottom lip to try and stifle your laugh.

"Hmm, sounds intriguing," Shawn hums, tilting his head so his lips graze against your ear. "But I think I'd like something a little sweeter."

As you feel your cheeks heat up, Shawn moves his head away from your ear and brings his lips down onto yours. Even though Shawn made you flustered, you're able to revel in the taste of him, kissing back immediately.

After a minute Shawn pulls back and your eyes flutter open, you’re left feeling like you’re floating. No matter how many times it happens, every kiss with Shawn still feels like your first in the best way possible.

“So, shall we?” The tiniest of smirks pulls at the corner of Shawn’s lips as he tilts his head towards you, finding humor in the fact he can still sweep you off your feet.

“Absolutely,” you reply, shaking out of you lovesick trance. God this man has such a hold on you. You love him nonetheless.

Rummaging through the pile of ingredients, you find the recipe and begin baking with your boyfriend, ready to make more of those Christmas memories with him.

*****

“Baby it’s cold outside!” You and Shawn finish off the song as best you can, your harmonies not quite matching up together, but it’s perfect to you both anyways.

Shawn suggested turning on the music about halfway through the cookie preparation, after you both had really started getting into things. You thought that was a great idea and you’ve been singing different holiday songs ever since. Your favorite had been the one just before Baby It’s Cold Outside, it was All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey. You and Shawn had been trying to hit the high notes but every time you would both start laughing while you danced around the kitchen. It was a sight to see (and hear), you’re sure.

Now, you’re deciding on all the cookie cutter shapes you want to use. There is so many to choose from and you typically only used a few of them each year, but you figured you’d use way more this year considering you didn’t get to make hardly any last year since it was just you and Shawn. You’ve already decided on using the tree, reindeer, santa, snowflake, and snowman ones, you just wanted one more.

“Y/N, look,” Shawn says, reaching his hand out and picking up a cookie cutter from the pile. “Let’s do the gingerbread one, that way when we decorate them we can make them look like us.”

You laugh and nod your head in response, you’d love to see how that turns out.

“Okay, I love that idea. Let’s do it!”

Shawn places the gingerbread shape with the rest of your choices, taking the unused ones and putting them away so you both have more room to work.

You grab some flour from the bag you set out earlier, and begin to lightly dust the dough with it. It’s the worst to have the dough get stuck to the counter because then you won’t be able to pick it up and put it on the tray without it breaking.

After spreading some flour on the counter as well, you lay out the dough and grab the rolling pin. You hold the pin in your hands as you take a second to look from the dough, to shawn, and then back again.

“Here, Mr. Muscles,” you say as you hold out the rolling pin to your boyfriend. “Now that you’re helping me, you can have the absolute honor of rolling out the dough.”

It’s not that you can’t roll out the dough on your own, you’ve been doing it just fine these last few years, but having Shawn do it just sounds so much better.

“Oh thanks so much, baby, I’m so grateful to be doing this,” Shawn replies sarcastically as he grabs the tool from your hands.

You giggle at Shawn’s response and shake your head. Shawn begins to roll out the dough and you lean on the counter as you watch him perform the task. All he’s doing is rolling out cookie dough but wow, you think, is this man dreamy.

*****

“Y/N, you can’t tell me this doesn’t look just like you!” Shawn laughs as he holds out the gingerbread cookie to you. “You guys are practically twins.”

“Please, I don’t look like that even on my worst day!” You laugh and roll your eyes at Shawn’s poor attempt to make the gingerbread look like you.

“Oh okay, because yours looks so much like me,” Shawn retorts, pointing at the cookie you are currently trying to make look like him as best as possible.

“Hey! Mine looks so good, I even drew on your tattoos!” You smile looking down at cookie Shawn, content with the cute designs you drew on it’s arms with the black icing.

“Babe, I know it can’t be just me that think’s the guitar tattoo looks a little…odd,” Shawn holds back his laugh while staring at the icing tattoo, feeling grateful his actual tattoo doesn’t look like that.

“It’s not my fault the cookie arms are so short and small!” You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up, knowing exactly what Shawn’s getting at. “I only had so much room to work with.”

Shawn giggles and moves closer to you, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

“It’s okay, I think they look great and I love them both,” he says as you look up at him. You give Shawn a small smile as you nod your head in agreeance.

“And I love you,” you whisper, staring up at the man you’ve been so grateful to be with these past few years. He’s everything and more you could ask for and no matter what you wouldn’t trade this relationship for the world.

“I love you so much more, my love,” Shawn grins.

“If you say so.”

Shawn leans in and connects his lips with yours, the taste of sugar still on his lips from when you let him lick the spoon earlier. The memory of it makes you smile into the kiss.

You both pull back and stare at each other fondly for a second before returning to the cookies in front of you. Teasing aside, they all do look really good and the both of you are happy with how they all turned out. The only cookies left to be put on the plate are the two gingerbread versions of you and Shawn, you had left decorating those for last.

Each of you grab the gingerbread you had been decorating and set them lightly on the plate, not wanting to risk breaking one. Stepping back, you lightly squeal with excitement, completely happy with how the cookies turned out. The fact you and Shawn made them together makes it even better.

“Well, i’d say we’re finished! Thank you for helping me, i’m proud of us,” you say to Shawn, looking over everything you’ve accomplished tonight; dinner and desert.

“You’re welcome, baby. I’m proud of us too,” Shawn agrees.

“Let’s clean everything up and by the time we’re done your parents and sister should be here.” Shawn hums in agreement before taking some of the utensils used and putting them in the sink. You start to close up different bags of ingredients and throw away the extra stuff you didn’t use but aren’t able to keep.

While pushing the plate of cookies forward so you can have room to wipe off the counter, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn towards Shawn and look at him questioningly, not sure what he needs.

“You have some flour on your face,” he says, causing you to instantly use your shoulder to try and wipe it off.

“Where is it?” You ask, seeing as the powder didn’t appear on your top after rubbing your cheek on it.

“Right here.” Before you can process what’s happening, Shawn reaches forward and smears flour on the side of your face. Your mouth hangs open in shock as you take a step back and watch as powder particles drift from your face onto the kitchen floor.

“You did not just do that!” You exclaim as you use the back of your hand to try and wipe off some of the flour. Shawn’s laugh fills your ears and you can’t help but want to laugh as well, but stand your ground as you walk closer to him. “You think that’s funny, huh?”

“Mhm,” Shawn smirks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh okay. Well so is this.” You quickly reach to your side and scoop up the flour that’s still laying on the counter, and then throw it in Shawn’s face. His eyes immediately flutter close and his nose scrunches up, causing you to burst out laughing at the sight.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Y/L/N,” Shawn grumbles as he reaches for the bag of flour. The bag tips over and a puff of white goes up into the air, some of the flour spilling out onto the counter. Shawn grabs a handful of it before starting to throw it at you in tiny pinches. It doesn’t hurt, but you can still feel the powdery substance against your skin, causing you to shriek and giggle at the feeling.

Swiftly grabbing your own handful of flour, you start to return fire on Shawn. You watch as the curls atop his head bounce from side to side as he tries to dodge your throws, and how his smile is visible even through the clouds of kitchen ingredients being thrown about.

The only sounds heard throughout the condo are laughs, shrieks, and holiday music still playing in the background. Somehow, they’re sounds you never want to forget about. Sounds filled with love and happiness, even if you’re currently throwing flour at your boyfriend.

You start to run low on ammo so you try to reach for the bag of flour but Shawn comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, dragging you back and away from the bag. You try to wiggle out of his arms, but fail as you can’t stop laughing and Shawn’s strong grip doesn’t seem to let up.

“No more! Please! Truce, truce! I’m sorry, I surrender!” Shawn begs. He shakes his head to try and get some of the flour off and takes a big breath in before wincing. “I think i got some in my nose.”

The both of you laugh and Shawn releases you from his grasp, allowing you space to take everything in. You take a second to look over the kitchen and your laughing quickly fades to nothing. The counters and floors are completely covered in flour, everything now having a layer of white powder over it.

This is exactly why you and Shawn can never be trusted in the kitchen together. It looks as if a snowstorm happened inside your kitchen.

“Shawn,” it comes out as almost a whisper, the disbelief evident in your voice. “When I said ‘I want a white Christmas,’ this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

You think back to a few days ago when you and Shawn had been talking about Christmas wishes. You hoped it would snow all night Christmas Eve so you’d wake up to a perfect white Christmas. Needless to say this isn’t the kind you were hoping for.

Shawn let’s out a breathy laugh, not believing the fact you guys made such a mess in so little time. This isn’t going to be fun to clean up, and it’s definitely going to take a while…

A gasp escapes Shawn’s lips followed by an ‘oh shit!’

Your head whips towards him and you can see the anxiety begin to consume him.

“My parents and sister are gonna be here any minute!” The color drains from your face as the realization hits you as well. How could it slip your mind!? It’s the whole reason you and Shawn were even baking in the first place!

“I’ll go get the vacuum, you start to clean the counters!” You rush out of the kitchen before Shawn even gets a chance to respond. You’re down the hall and back within seconds and you immediately start to rid the floor of flour with the vacuum as Shawn wipes furiously at the counters.

Sneaking a glance at Shawn as you move back and forth with the vacuum, you notice how his head and chest are almost completely covered in flour. You don’t even want to think about what you must look like right now.

Shawn moves side to side from the sink to the kitchen island, trying not to trip over the vacuum as you frantically move back and forth, cleaning up as much of the flour off the floor as possible. You can’t believe you let that whole flour fight go so far, sure it was fun but definitely not something you should have done before expecting company. It’s surely something you’re going to look back on both fondly and stressfully.

A loud buzzer rings out around the condo and you and Shawn stop dead in your tracks at the sound of it.

“They’re here!” You squeak, immediately stopping the vacuum. It isn’t perfect but it’ll do. At least the floor doesn’t look like it’s completely covered in snow anymore.

“It’s okay, i’ll go push the button to let them into the building and then finish up here. It’ll take them a few minutes to get up here anyways. You go clean up.” You nod your head and hastily go and put away the vacuum before running back to your shared bedroom.

As you stand in the bathroom you can’t help but gasp at your reflection in the mirror. The flour war may not have lasted long, but it was long enough to leave you looking like a complete mess.

Flour particles cover your top and white streaks run across each side of your face. Instead of wasting time trying to wipe off the flour on your clothes, you change tops immediately. You run a brush through your hair and use wipes to get rid of the flour on your face. Somehow, it doesn’t look awful and your satisfied with the new look. It’ll have to do because it’s not like you have time to do anything else anyways.

Rushing back to the kitchen, you notice Shawn wiping at the plate of cookies and your heart instantly sinks.

“What’s wrong? Are the cookies ruined?” Shawn looks up at you and shakes his head, tossing the rag he was using to the side.

“No, they’re find. There was just some flour on the plate but I got it off, no worries.” You let out a sigh of relief and make your way towards Shawn. You reach out to hug him but step back immediately, realizing he’s still completely covered in flour.

“Shawn! You still have flour all over you!” Shawn’s eyes go wide and he looks down at his sweater and reaches his hand up to touch his face. He was so focused on cleaning he didn’t realize he still had to clean himself up too!

A round of knocks is heard and yours and Shawn’s heads both turn towards the door. You begin to walk towards it slowly, stopping for a second to look back at your boyfriend.

“Go clean up, it’s fine i’ll just tell them you’re in the bathroom or something.” Shawn nods his head and is gone in an instant. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if Shawn’s family knew what happened, but it’s not like you want them coming in to see the kitchen in complete shambles and you and Shawn looking like you rolled around in white powder. Not a good look after not being able to see them for so long.

Grasping the handle on the door, you look back towards the bedroom, hoping Shawn will be out here soon. You know how much this means to him and his family, you don’t want him to miss a second of it if he doesn’t have to.

You open the door and a smile is instantly plastered onto your face at the sight of the family in front of you. Although you’d been able to visit Shawn’s family here and there, it wasn’t the same like it used to be. With the restrictions, quarantines, and conflicting schedules it made it seem like all of you hadn’t been able to spend any time together at all. This time with them, being able to just sit down and enjoy each other’s company, means the world.

“Y/N!” Karen exclaims as she wraps you in her arms. “It’s so good to see you, love.” The happy tears spring to your eyes before you’re even able to process everything, but you’re able to hold them back as you embrace Shawn’s mom.

“It’s so good to see you guys as well! I missed you all so much,” you say, taking a step back so they can all come inside. Karen moves to the side a bit so Manny can step in and greet you.

“We missed you too, it feels like it’s been so long,” Manny sighs as he hugs you and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back. “It’s so great to be able to celebrate together, all five of us!”

You smile and nod your head in agreement, turning to greet the last Mendes.

“And of course I can’t forget about my favorite girl!” Aaliyah squeals and jumps into your arms, causing the both of you to laugh and stumble back from the door.

“I missed you, Y/N! I’m so excited to see you! You’ve gotta fill me in on everything!” Aaliyah leans in closer to you, pretending to whisper and look suspicious. “Including any embarrassing things my brother has done.”

The both of you burst out laughing again, even Karen and Manny join in. You shake your head at the girl, not surprised at all by her request.

“Speaking of your brother, where is that son of mine?” Karen questions as you all start to make your way around the corner and into the dining room.

“Oh he’s-“

“I’m right here, Mom,” Shawn says, saving you from having to make up an excuse. You look up and see Shawn leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, and looking perfect as ever. You’ll truly never understand how guys get ready so fast.

Shawn’s family make their way over to him and they all greet and embrace him. You smile at the sight, feeling so grateful you get to know such a loving family.

Karen, Manny, and Aaliyah all make their way to the living room, setting down their things and putting presents under the tree. You move towards Shawn, wrapping your arms around him from the side.

“You clean up nice, Mendes,” you tease, taking a look at not only Shawn himself, but also at the kitchen. It looks like the flour fight never even happened. There’s a spot here and there but it’s normal for having cooked and baked all day. Everything turned out wonderful, at least you hope it did.

“What can I say? I do my best,” Shawn replies, smirking down at you. You roll your eyes and pat his chest before moving back from him.

“Sure you do, baby.” The both of you chuckle before Shawn reaches out and grabs your hand. “Let’s go have a nice time with your family.”

You begin to lead Shawn towards the dining table, but the soft pull of your hand makes you stop and turn back towards him.

“Our family,” he says as he stares at you fondly. Those same tears from earlier seem to make their way back to you, leaving your eyes brimmed with them as they threaten to spill over.

“Our family,” you whisper in return, your heart feeling full at the fact Shawn and his family consider you part of theirs. They truly are some of the kindest people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“C’mon, let’s eat,” Shawn says before taking the lead and pulling you towards the dining table. Shawn’s parents and sister join you and soon you’re all sitting down, ready to dive into all the delicious food.

*****

Dinner went wonderfully. It consisted of good food, laughs, stories, and a whole lot of off-key singing as the holiday music continued on in the background. Shawn helped you clear everyone’s plates and store the leftover food, so now you’re all sitting at the table having drinks and enjoying each other’s company before you eventually head to the living room.

Every person at the table can be seen with a smile on their face, each of you enjoying your time to the fullest. Even as the chatter begins to die down, everyone feeling full after eating, there continues to be a quick remark here and there, someone remembering a story they wanted to share or a joke they wanted to tell. Every topic and remembrance of something else to share is welcomed, no one wanting to give up this special time just yet.

After a few more minutes of letting everyone’s food settle, you excuse yourself and make you way to the kitchen. You reach over the counter and grab the large plate of cookies you and Shawn had made, excited to share them with everyone.

“Are those what I think they are?” Aaliyah asks as she watches you walk back over to the table. You nod your head as you set the plate down in the middle of the table.

“Homemade Christmas cookies, brought to you by some recipe I found a long time ago, me, and surprisingly; Shawn.” You glance at Shawn and smile when you catch his eye, still loving the fact he helped you make them and that it ended in a war in the kitchen.

“Oh god, Shawn helped?” Aaliyah grimaces as she picks up one of the cookies shaped as a Christmas tree. “Suddenly I don’t want a cookie.”

“Hey! I’m a good baker! You haven’t even tried them yet,” Shawn slumps in his chair and you can’t help but giggle at him. Aaliyah just rolls her eyes jokingly before examining the cookie further.

“Did you guys put powdered sugar on them?” Aaliyah asks as she takes a bite out of the cookie.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, knowing for a fact you didn’t. There’s frosting on the cookies, the kind that dries solid, so that’s plenty sugar as it is. You reach over and grab one of the other cookies to see what she’s talking about and you nearly gasp at what you find.

“Shawn!” You whisper as you hold the cookie out in front of him. You look over and see Aaliyah’s talking to Manny and Karen, all of them oblivious to what you’re saying to Shawn. “There’s flour on the cookies! I thought you said they were fine when you were cleaning?”

Shawn takes the cookie from your hand and groans when he notices the white specks across it.

“Sorry! I thought they were. I only noticed the flour on the plate, I didn’t realize some of it got on the actual cookies.” Shawn leans forward and grabs the plate, wanting to see if all of the cookies are like that.

“Look, it’s just the few that were exposed on top.” He grabs one of the clean napkins and begins to brush off the specks of flour on top of each affected cookie. “See? All good.”

Shawn places the plate back in the middle of the table and smiles as his mom and dad each take one. He grabs the two gingerbread versions of the both of you and hands the one you made of him to you, while he keeps the one he made of you.

“So, baby sis, how do you like the cookies?” Shawn smirks as he awaits Aaliyah’s reply, so sure she’s going to think they’re wonderful and take back her remark about Shawn probably ruining them.

“Eh, they’re okay and that’s only because Y/N took part in making them, if it was just you they’d be awful,” Aaliyah laughs and you join in as you watch Shawn pout and slump in his chair yet again. “Really though they are good, I feel like I can taste some flour though…”

You shake your head and narrow your eyes at Shawn. “You can thank your brother for that one. Let’s just say we had a little mishap with the flour in the process of finishing the cookies.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Aaliyah tilts her head as she looks at the both of you and everyone starts laughing, Shawn’s cheeks turning a rosy color in the midst of it.

Aaliyah, Karen, and Manny get up and head to the living room, ready to wind down and exchange gifts. You go to join them but Shawn quickly reaches for your arm before you can get far.

“Wait, we have to take a bite out of cookie us,” he says, picking up the version of you he made. You laugh at his way of putting it but nod your head in agreement. After all the drama in the kitchen earlier, the least you can do is try one of the cookies that started it all.

You take a bite out of cookie Shawn’s arm, the one with the questionable guitar tattoo on it, and Shawn takes a bite out of cookie you’s leg. You hum in delight at the taste. Not bad, you think.

“You taste pretty good,” Shawn mumbles against your ear before nudging his nose against the side of your head, letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, feeling a little bit of warmth in your cheeks due to Shawn’s joke.

The both of you set down your cookies and then wipe your hands off on your napkins. You turn towards Shawn and give him a soft smile as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, the taste of the cookie still fresh on his lips.

Shawn pulls back and wraps you in his arms, holding you close as you both look over at his parents and sister, watching as Manny says something that makes his wife and daughter laugh hysterically.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Y/N. For cooking and baking and getting the condo ready. Especially for being so open to my parents and sister year after year. You don’t know how much all of it means to me,” Shawn says.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. We did all of it together, and if anyone should be thanking someone it’s me thanking you. You and this family are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and i’m so happy you’ve all let me be a part of it.” You lightly squeeze Shawn in appreciation, feeling emotional over his comment.

“I love you so much, pretty girl.” Shawn mumbles into your hair. You smile at the feeling and nickname before looking up at him.

“I love you too, Shawn.”

Shawn leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead, instantly leaving behind a feeling of warmth and love.

“Hey, lovebirds come check it out! It’s snowing!” Aaliyah’s voice cuts through the trance you and Shawn seem to be in, and you turn to look over at her. She’s standing by the large glass windows in the living room and although it’s a little hard to see, it’s clear snow has started to fall outside.

You watch in awe as the snow outside mixes with the lights of the surrounding buildings, everything looking like starlight. The city at night is one of yours and Shawn’s favorite sights and is why you both love the view from the condo so much. Everything always looks so incredible from up here.

“I guess you’ll get your true white Christmas after all,” Shawn says as he watches you stare out at the city, knowing how much you had hoped for this and how excited you must be.

“I guess so,” you reply, turning back to face your boyfriend.

Shawn holds out his hand for you and you gladly take it, allowing him to lead you into the living room, ready to continue the night with your family.

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THE NAUGHTY LIST

A/N: another sunday, another fanficmas fic! all week i can't wait to post new stuff, its so weird to keep everything just locked in my drafts haha! anyway, in today's fic we are taking it a bit dirtier than before😌

PAIRING: Harry Styles X Reader

WARNING: blow job

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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“So this is it, hmm?”

“This is it,” Harry hums nodding, standing by the door as you walk further into his old room.

You’re spending Christmas at Anne’s for the first time, last year you stayed in the States and Harry’s family came to visit, but this year it was the other way around. It’s also your first time being in the home where Harry spent part of his life before he became famous, the thought of seeing this intimate piece of his past has kept you excited through the weeks leading up to the holidays.

Now as you’re standing in his old room, you feel like you could easily be in his brain, in his deepest thoughts.

“Mum has remodeled it a bit through the years, so the most embarrassing things are gone by now,” Harry adds, walking over to his dresser, a few magazines laid out on top of it along with books and a few framed pictures. The walls are a masculine greyish blue color, a few posters hanging on them, but you know the best ones have already been ripped off, what a pity.

The bed is neatly made, you’re guessing it’s Anne’s touch, the window is looking out to the backyard and over the little hill behind the street, such a lovely view that’s currently covered in snow and you can imagine little Harry watching the birds fly across the blue sky, humming tunes to himself he would later turn into songs.

“So, how many girls did you bring up here?” you ask cheekily as you turn to him, folding your arms on your chest.

“Actually, not many. Maybe like three,” he admits truthfully, and walking over to you his hands find your hips, pulling you against his chest.

“And how many of them did you kiss?” you muse pursing your lips, arms wrapping around his waist.

“About… two of them.”

“And…” you start, leaning closer to his ears, your lips brushing against the shell as you breathe out the words. “How many of them sucked you off in here?”

You can feel the change in Harry’s stance immediately, his hold on you tightening as you lean back so your eyes meet his, the green of his irises appearing way darker than usual.

“None of them,” he hums, eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Oh, really? So then…” Your hands wander to the front of his pants, palming him through the rough fabric of his jeans. “Can I be the first one?”

“You can be the first and the last one, baby,” he smirks at you, his hand coming up to cradle your face in his palm as he brings you closer for a kiss, your hands already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, his cock hardening with every passing second. “Gotta be quiet though, my mum is downstairs,” he mumbles against your lips.

“I can be pretty quiet with your dick stuffed into my mouth, I think you should be the one to be careful.”

He exhales sharply through his nose, reaching for the door to lick it before kissing you hard, pulling you towards the bed until the back of his legs hit it. He sits down as you get down on your knees first, then sitting to your heels. Harry lifts his hips, tugging his jeans and underwear down and the bunch at his ankles as you place your hands to his knees, taking him in just for a second. Scratching his thighs with your nails gently, you inch closer before getting a hold of his cock, tugging it lazily at first, feeling him up, teasing him about what’s gonna come.

“Is this a teenage fantasy of yours? Getting your dick sucked in your room?” you hum, keeping your voice low in case someone is near the door even though Harry locked it.

“Imagined it a few times, yeah,” he nods breathing out shakily as he watches your hands pumping his cock.

“Mm, I hope it’ll live up to your fantasies,” you smirk at him slyly before taking the tip into your mouth, sucking on it, swirling your tongue around the slit.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out as he leans back on his arms, his eyes closing, head rolling back.

“Remember, quiet,” you warn him before sliding most of his dick into your mouth, the head almost reaching the back of your throat.

One hand on the base of his cock, the other one on his thigh, your fingers dig into his skin almost exactly where his tiger tattoo is as you move your head in a steady rhythm. One of his hands cups the back of your head, gathering your hair as he keeps a firm hold of you, guiding you on his cock, but not putting much pressure into his movements. Every time you go down, you try to take more and more of him, the warmth of your mouth swallowing his thick, throbbing dick and you can’t help but think about how naughty it is, sucking him off in his old room with his family downstairs. Then it reminds you that you came up to unpack so you’re expected to be back down soon and if you don’t want Anne to come upstairs looking for you, knocking on the door when Harry is balls deep down your throat.

So you try to pick it up a notch, sucking harder on him, using your tongue, occasionally tapping him against the inside of your cheek, earning quite a few ‘oh God’ and ‘fucking hell’from your whimpering mess of a boyfriend.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, though you can tell from the way his dick is twitching. You give his balls a gentle squeeze and deep throat him, keeping him there for a few seconds before going back to moving your head before his cum spurts to the back of your throat, hot and sticky and salty and you swallow every drop of it, sucking him completely dry.

“I’m pretty sure this just put you to the naughty list,” he pants when you’re done, sitting on your heels, smirking up at him.

“Says the guy whose dick is still out and he just got a blowjob with his family downstairs,” you scoff, pushing yourself up to your feet as he stands and pulls his underwear and jeans back up.

“I’m fine with that,” he smirks, capturing your lips in a short kiss as you both fix yourselves. “You think we can do more than just a blowjob tonight?” he hums against your lips, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Is your bed creaky?”

“Do we have to do it in the bed?” he retorts and you gasp at his dirty mind.

“I don’t even wanna know how horny you were as a teenager if this is you as a grown ass man!”

“Says the girl who just sucked my dick in my old room,” he smirks, stealing one last kiss before taking your hand, walking out of the room.

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NO EXCUSES

A/N: alright this is the last sunday fic before christmas! this is kind of a sequel to UNPLEASANT BUSINESS so if you haven't read that make sure to check it out tho i think this would stand as a simple oneshot too haha!

PAIRING: CEO!Harry Styles X Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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It’s always odd to see Harry in a setting that’s not his luxurious penthouse, his intimidating looking office or some high end restaurant or bar. You still remember the first time he was at your place, well, the one you lived in before moving in with him officially. It was a one bedroom, cramped apartment in a neighborhood you’re convinced Harry has never even been to in the city. He looked so out of place, it was comical, but he never made you feel less for not living the kind of life he is. He always helped you make the bed in the morning when he spent the night, pushed up his expensive shirt’s sleeves and did the dishes without a word, standing in your tiny kitchen wearing his Gucci pants… it was a surreal sight to see.

You expected to feel the same way when you arrive to your parents’ house for Christmas dinner. You grew up in a simple two story home, three bedrooms, a normal sized kitchen, no staff around. It’s as far as it can get from the way Harry was brought up in the heart of London before moving to Manhattan.

But as you’re sitting on the couch, watching him play around with your niece on the floor of your childhood home’s living room, none of those feelings resurface. It’s as natural and loving as it could get, the warm realization that Harry is now part of your family settling in your chest with each passing second.

“Harry, you’re awfully good with little kids!” your grandma smiles warmly as she walks out of the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea. Harry glances up at her smiling back as he keeps playing dolls with little Willow, your sister’s younger daughter.

“I love them and I guess they like me too,” he chuckles softly.

“Oh, so you want to have some of your own too?” your grandma questions and you already know where this is heading, making your cheeks heat up.

“Well, I would love to, yeah,” he nods with a shy smile.

“I hope you know if you’re planning to have kids with our Y/N, you have to get married first!”

“Grandma! We don’t have to do anything, it’s the twenty-first century!” you groan rolling your eyes.

“Things like these have an order, Honey!” she protests. “He better get on one knee before planning on having babies!”

“Jesus,” you huff, sinking further into the cushion, but your eyes are glued to Harry curiously.

You’ve talked about getting married before, it has come up a few times. Both of you agreed that you’re planning your future together so you’ve been expecting him to propose sometime soon, you’re just not sure when exactly. The little voice in the back of your head has been bugging you that he is gonna do it this Christmas, but nothing has been hinting that you’re right.

Especially the look on Harry’s face right now. He definitely looks a little awkward as your grandma is talking about marriage, as if he is uncomfortable.

“Noted, I’ll keep that in mind,” he breathes out, before turning back to Willow.

What does that mean? He’ll keep it in mind? For how long? Previously he was the one who brought up marriage first, has something changed since then? Or that didn’t mean he was thinking about marrying you?

You try your best to shake the thought off, maybe he is just nervous to talk about this with your family around, Harry is a very private man. Yes, that must be it. You’re still on the same page and he is definitely planning on proposing soon.

The evening carries on smoothly, dinner is amazing and you forget about the whole marriage fiasco, especially because Harry is so sweet with your family, it’s amazing to see him interact with them. It’s your third Christmas together. The first time Harry couldn’t join you at home, he was already set to fly back to his family in the UK. The next year, aka last year was the first time he came home with you. He has already met your parents and sister by that time, but not your extended family, your grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. He was a bit shy at first, very reserved and nervous, but by the end of the night he was sitting at the kitchen island with your uncle with a beer in hand, laughing about god knows what. It was only his introduction into your family, his first appearance by your side, but this year you feel like he is truly part of it, being part of the dynamic.

After a little too much eggnog your mother however decides to make it awkward again.

“So, Harry. How long are you planning to gatekeep our daughter without marrying her?” she shoots him the question and you almost choke on your wine.

“Mom!” you warn her, but she just shrugs with a hazy look in her eyes.

“What? You’ve been together for three years, you’re happy, you’re great together, what’s stopping him?”

“You can’t just ask that, mom.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s… Just stop this!”

“Oh, come on, just answer!” she urges and glancing to your side you see Harry moving uncomfortably in his seat, his arm resting on the back of your chair.

“I’m not trying to gatekeep your daughter,” he speaks up with a nervous smile. “We’re just… taking things in our own pace.”

What? Your own pace? Which pace is that? Because you thought that you were heading towards marriage in this so-called pace, but it doesn’t feel like Harry is going in the same pace after all.

You don’t want your family to see your reaction and this is not the place to question him about it, so instead, you just keep a straight face, tell your mother to mind her own business and chug down the rest of your wine.

After this second time it’s hard to forget about it. You can’t swallow the bitter taste in your mouth, thinking that you’ve been wrong all this time. What if Harry doesn’t want to marry you? What if he does feel weird about marrying a girl so much younger than him, who comes from a lower class than the one he was born into? He never made you feel like where you come from matters to him, but he could easily just pretend and he could be having doubts about building a future with him. But if this is the case, you’ve completely misunderstood what kind of person Harry really is.

The drive back home is silent. As the suburban setting slowly changes into the crowded city and the towering skyscrapers that’s been your home for a while now. Harry glances over at you several times, though he remains silent until you get home.

You hang your coat and stepping out of your boots you head into your closet, Harry following behind.

“Did I say or do something that upset you?” he asks, his voice clearly worried, he is not just trying to pick a fight.

“Nope,” you answer shortly, and try to get the zipper of your dress down, but it wouldn’t move for the love of God. Harry steps behind you, gently tapping your hand, signaling that he wants to help.

“Doesn’t seem like that,” he murmurs and you spot his pouty face in the mirror in front of you. Turning around, you let your dress slip down your upper body, bunching around your waist as you let out a tired sigh.

“I just… You seemed so uncomfortable when someone asked us about marriage. I know they can be very nosy, but it seemed like you… like you weren’t even planning on it.”

He seems surprised, even shocked, opens his mouth a few times, but closes them every time. In the meantime, you get rid of the dress and pull one of his old t-shirts on as he is trying to figure out what to say.

“It’s just that we’ve talked about it and it seemed like we were on the same page, but if you’ve changed your mind or if you never even wanted to marry me, you should just tell me, I’ll—“

“Y/N,” he cuts you off, taking your hand in his. “Come with me.”

“What?” you ask as he pulls you out of the closet and the two of you head in the direction of the living room. Arriving he brings you closer to the massive Christmas tree by the window, all your gifts neatly wrapped underneath it, the lights illuminating the decorated branches and reflecting in the window, doubling the pretty view.

“Harry, can we just talk about this, because—“

“I want you to open your gift,” he interrupts you again and you give him a look of disbelief.

“I’m trying to have a conversation with you,” you point out, trying your best to stay as calm as possible. “I know we are coming from different backgrounds, but I didn’t think it would bother you…”

“Wait, wait, wait. What? What does that supposed to mean?”

“I just thought that maybe you felt awkward talking about marriage with my family around because… you don’t want to be part of my family, because they are different from yours.”

Harry’s jaw clenches and you can tell your words hurt him and suddenly you wish you could take them back. Harry is not this shallow, you know that, how could you even think that this would be an issue for him?

When you think he is about to explode, he takes a deep breath and the next time his gaze meets yours, he looks so much softer and kinder, but you can see the disappointment in them too. He grabs the smallest box from under the tree, pulls you to the couch and makes you sit beside him, placing the box into your hands.

“Open it,” he simply tells you and though you want to argue why he makes you open gifts when you’re in the middle of an important conversation, you don’t argue and untie the little bow on top, taking the lid off.

“Harry,” you gasp as soon as you see the signature velvety box all women know better than anything, you don’t even have to open it to see what’s inside. Harry takes it from the box and as you’re fighting your tears he slips off of the couch and gets on one knee, popping the lid of the jewelry box, revealing a massive diamond ring.

“The reason why today was so damn awkward is because your family already knew I wanted to propose. I asked your mother and father’s blessing months ago, when I bought this ring. I didn’t tell them when it would happen and I assume they were growing impatient with me,” he chuckles softly and you kind of do the same, though your lips are trembling and tears keep rolling down your cheeks.

“There was never a question in me about marrying you. And about what you said… I’m a little hurt you thought that kind of stuff would matter to me.”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you hiccup. “I know you don’t care about that, I was just panicking that maybe you didn’t want to marry me and this was the first excuse I could think of.”

“Baby, there are no excuses,” he smiles softly, reaching up he cups your cheek in his hand, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “I would sell everything I own, go totally broke if it meant I get to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“Good thing you don’t have to do any of that,” you chuckle, pushing yourself closer so you can wrap your arms around his neck and finally kiss him over and over again. “Put it on my finger!” you ask him in excitement and your sobbing has stopped luckily.

“Wait, I haven’t even asked you the question and you haven’t said yes,” he chuckles softly, holding up the box again into your vision. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you squeal, barely even letting him finish the question. He chuckles happily, taking the ring out of the box and finally putting it onto your finger. It feels heavy and unfamiliar, but it’s also the most perfect thing you’ve ever seen. “Sorry for being such a bitch,” you breathe out, pouting your lips at him as you pull him closer, he kneels between your legs, his hands gently rubbing the sides of your thighs.

“It’s all good, baby. I get why you thought something was up, I’m bad at keeping secrets,” he admits laughing.

“That’s a good thing. Stay that way,” you hum smirking, before pulling him in for another kiss. “So, I’m gonna be… Mrs. Styles?” you ask with a shy smile.

“Only if you want to change your name, I’m not pushing you to do anything.”

“Oh stop it!” you sigh pouting at him. “You’re just way too perfect,” you mumble before grabbing him by the back of his neck, pulling him on top of you on the couch with the pure intention to show him just how perfect he is, especially naked, pounding into you.

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A/N: merry christmas my loves! i know it's just the 24th but this is considered christmas for me lmao. so today is day one of my triple holiday update, meaning that i have two more fics coming out in the next two days! hope you'll enjoy them and have a great time with your family, loved ones, whoever you're celebrating with!🥰

PAIRING: doctor!Harry Styles X Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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This is pretty typical, who else would end up like this? Spending Christmas Eve at the hospital because you fell down the stairs while being wine drunk, spending the evening alone since you just threw out a week ago your cheating boyfriend. You were supposed to spend tonight at Martin’s parents so you could spend the 25th with your family. It was all planned and you were looking forward to it… right until you found another woman’s nudes in his phone and at first he denied it, but he couldn’t lie enough to convince you of his innocence so he gave up and admitted everything.

You didn’t have the courage to tell your family, so they are still expecting the two of you to show up tomorrow, that’s why you chose to chug a whole bottle of white wine and get drunk. It would have been fine, crying some, watching a movie and falling into bed either ridiculously early or at sunrise. But you fucked it up. Your apartment has this awfully steep set of stairs leading up to the bedroom and your fuzzy socks slipped at the top of the stairs, you flew right down, screaming for your life as you fell face down and hit your head pretty badly.

Your neighbor, Amir heard you and came to your rescue. He was the one who told you to get your head checked, you could easily have a concussion. At first you tried to play it off, but you could barely get up from the floor without the world spinning around you. Being the angel that he is, he drove you to the hospital and told you to call him if you need a ride home, but you won’t bother him any longer so you’ll probably call an Uber to get home.

So now you’re sitting in the waiting area of the emergency room as part of the biggest holiday losers in the city. There are burnt hands and faces, sprained ankles and there’s a whole ass family and from where you’re sitting two of them had a fight at dinner and someone’s nose broke.

And here you are, trying not to fall off the chair because your head is still spinning. You’ve been here for an hour, at this point you’ve memorized the names of all the nurses on duty: Brenda, Stella, Lucy and Norah.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling out you see your sister’s name on the screen. She sent a photo into the family group chat, a nice picture of her and her husband with their daughter who just turned one. They look so damn cute and disgustingly happy. You’d be fine with it normally, but not after what Martin did to you, turning you into a bitter single woman right before the holidays.

“Cool, can’t wait for their pity to hit me tomorrow,” you growl, sending a heart emoji as your answer before locking the phone and putting it away.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Nurse Stella calls out and you get so excited it’s finally your turn that you jump to your feet, but that’s the worst you could do.

“Woah,” you breathe out as the whole room starts spinning and you feel like you’re gonna lose balance any moment. You hear the nurses call out to each other when they see you and before you could meet the ground for a second time tonight, two strong arms catch you.

“Easy, Miss Y/L/N,” a smooth, husky voice with a thick British accent speaks up and it definitely belongs to the arms that are holding you.

It takes a few moments to clear your vision and see the ridiculously handsome man helping you up to your feet. He is wearing blue scrubs and a white coat with a nametag on it that reads “Dr. Styles”.

“Um, thanks,” you mumble with a nervous laugh as you’re standing on your feet again.

“Alright, let’s get you in there to have a look at you,” he hums gently, one hand on your waist as he holds yours with his other, walking you into the first room in the hallway. He takes you to a chair next to his desk, helping you sit before his hands let go of you.

He looks unfairly sexy, doctors shouldn’t be this hot, because how can you focus on anything about your health when all you can think about is him? He looks a bit older than you, but not more than thirty-five probably, a gentle stubble adorning his face that has a friendly smile stretched across his face.

“I’m Dr. Harry Styles, I’ll be making sure you’re alright tonight,” he smiles, peeking at your papers you filled out when you arrived. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You love the way your name rolls down your tongue. “Can I call you Y/N? Or do you want to stick to Miss Y/L/N?”

“Y/N is fine,” you manage to speak up, sounding a tad bit out of breath. He shoots you a small smile before turning back to your papers, giving it a good read.

“So, tell me what happened exactly.”

“I, uhh… I fell down the stairs,” you clear your throat, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“How did that happen?” he asks with a concerned look on his face as he is now looking at you instead of your papers. You can tell he is thinking that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

“Oh, I was just… Alright, I’ve had some wine tonight and my fuzzy socks were extremely slippery, so I slipped and fell down the stairs. My neighbor heard me screaming and he brought me in.”

Dr. Styles seems amused by your story, a cheeky smirk is tugging on his pink lips. He scribbles down something to your file before rolling closer to sit in front of you.

“Okay, let’s check if you have a concussion. Did you throw up?”

He holds up his little lamp, checking both your eyes and you try to ignore how you just want to melt into his hand that’s holding the side of your head to keep you in place.

“No, I’ve just been feeling dizzy.”

“Does your head hurt? Where did you hit it?”

“Here,” you sigh running a finger over the side of your head, a small bump already forming on it. Harry inspects it gently, humming to himself before writing a few more things into your file.

“Okay, I think you don’t have a concussion, but the way you collapsed was a bit concerning. So I want you to stay here for the night, just to make sure you’re fine and you can leave in the morning.”

“Oh…”

“Do you need to be somewhere?” he asks without looking up, he just keeps writing.

“No, not until tomorrow. Well, I wouldn’t mind if I stayed tomorrow as well,” you add mumbling.

“Don’t want to see your family?”

“Usually I do, but now I’m gonna have to tell them that my boyfriend cheated on me and that’s why I showed up alone.”

You have no idea why you just said it, he is a total stranger, he doesn’t need to know how big of a loser you are, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” The way he furrows his eyebrows is just so adorable, you want to kiss him so badly. “This is an awfully bad time to be alone,” he hums and you nod awkwardly. “Well, you won’t be alone tonight now, I’ll… make sure to check on you often,” he smiles at you swear you forget to breathe for a moment as you nod, completely stunned by him.

Nurse Brenda walks you to a room where you’ll spend the night at, sharing it with a woman in her forties who got taken in with a broken leg. She introduces herself as Celine and she is actually great company. The nurses lend you some clothes you can sleep in and you’ve barely just settled down when Dr. Styles shows up again and your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, everything okay?” he smiles at you, walking closer to your bed before greeting Celine as well shortly.

“Yeah, I’m feeling just fine,” you nod with a nervous smile.

“Still feeling dizzy?”

“Just a bit.” And it’s mostly because of him, but you keep that to yourself.

“Hopefully it’ll go away soon. I’ll be around if you feel worse, just call the nurse station.”

“Thank you, Dr. Styles,” you blink at him with a small smile.

“Alright, take care, ladies,” he smiles at you and Celine before walking out of the room.

“Woah, he was… sexy!” Celine gasps.

“Right? I can barely get a word out when he is around,” you chuckle.

“I think he likes you too.”

“What? Come on, no!” you scoff shaking your head.

“Oh he does. And if he comes in to check on you another time in the next hour he is definitely into you,” she grins before turning back towards the TV.

You don’t believe Celine. There’s no way this sexy doctor could be interested in you beyond just his job which is to make sure you’re okay.

But then he shows up again.

Two times.

Celine can barely hold her laughter back when Dr. Styles walks in for the second time in the next about one and a half hour just to check in on you. With your state and how well you’re feeling it’s totally unnecessary to come by your room this often, so you start to think that there’s something else behind his nice act.

It’s sometime after one am when you dare to wander out of your room. You can’t sleep, the unknown atmosphere totally throwing you off so you opt for a little walk around the floor.

“Everything alright, darling?” One of the nurses asks you.

“Oh, yeah, I just can’t sleep, is all,” you shrug smiling.

“Would you like some medication to help you?” she offers, but you decline.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

The hallways are quiet and empty, most patients on the floor are sleeping, only the nurses are walking from one room to the other, checking in on some patients. Rounding the corner you find the waiting area where friends and family can usually linger around, but now it’s empty. You plop down to one of the cushioned chairs and reach for a magazine on the table, mindlessly flipping through it. It’s old, from years ago and you try not to think about how many people have touched it.

“You should be resting in your room.”

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice, finding Dr. Styles walking towards you with a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

“Oh, I’m just… I have trouble sleeping at unfamiliar places.”

“You can get some meds for that.”

“I know, but… it’s alright,” you just shrug. He finally arrives to you and takes the chair next to you. “On a break?”

“Kind of,” he chuckles. “You just use the quiet minutes to have a break before hell breaks loose again.”

“Must be really tiring. I always admired doctors for their dedication.”

“Some can’t deal with it, but I feel like I’m alright for now,” he smiles at you, taking a sip from the coffee. “I hope you’re not restless because of your ex.”

“Um, I would love to say it doesn’t bother me anymore, but that would be a blatant lie,” you chuckle awkwardly, dropping the magazine back to the table as you lean back in your seat.

“He must be a real asshole to do that. Especially to such a pretty young woman,” he smirks at you and your heart skips a beat again. This man has you wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re saying that as if you are decades older than me,” you huff smiling.

“How old do you think I am?”

“How old do you think I am?” you ask back.

“I hope you do realize that I’ve seen your personal info in your papers and it had your date of birth as well,” he chuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Okay, then how old did you think I was before you sneakily saw my age? I’ll tell you too after.”

“Alright, I was guessing about twenty-three.”

“But I’m actually twenty-five,” you smile, stating the obvious he already knows. “I guessed you no more than thirty-five, but you seem younger than that actually.”

“I’m turning thirty-three in February,” he answers with a warm smile. Okay, so that’s a total of seven years of age difference, that’s not bad at all.

“And how does your wife like your night shifts?”

It’s a sneaky question, not as sneaky as you would have liked to mask your interest in his relationship status, but it’s only fair if you know it after you eagerly shared yours earlier.

Harry eyes you with an amused smile before shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t have a wife. Not even a girlfriend actually.”

“Oh, then something must be wrong with you. No way a man like you is single!” you gasp dramatically and at this point, you’re openly flirting with him. There’s no use of hiding it, especially because you’re convinced you’ll never see him again once you leave in the morning.

“A man like me? What does that mean?”

“Smart, successful, funny and incredibly hot.”

“Wow,” he chuckles, a rosy tint adorning his cheeks and you like the thought of making him blush. “You don’t beat around the bush! You surely feel better because you could barely speak earlier,” he teases you, making you laugh.

“Just shooting my shot at the hot doctor.”

“Are you just fishing for a new date to bring home to your family?”

“Oh, that’s actually a great idea!” you gasp, but he just chuckles. “Are you free tomorrow?”

The question is half a joke and half serious. You realize that it’s a little too much to ask from him, bringing him home to your family as a first date, but part of you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to walk in, tell your family that Martin cheated on you, but it’s all good because you’re dating this hot doctor now.

He opens his mouth to answer, but then something buzzes in his pocket and he is quick to check it.

“Sorry, I have to run now. Please, try to sleep a little, you need to rest,” he gently smiles at you as he stands from the chair, chugs his coffee down and rushes away fast, leaving you hanging.

You don’t see Harry for the rest of the night and you manage to fall asleep a little after two, only to be woken up at six by the nurses bringing breakfast. Another doctor arrives soon to check you and finalize your release and you’re actually disappointed you haven’t seen Harry since your little chat.

Just when you’re dressed, gathering your things, saying goodbye to Celine, a familiar figure appears at the door. Harry is still wearing his scrubs and coat, he looks undeniably tired, but still so handsome it’s unfair.

“Heard you’re clear to go,” he smiles at you as you grab your bag and walk closer to him.

“Yeah. Thank you for everything.”

“Let me… Let me walk you out,” he offers and he definitely seems a bit nervous. You nod and the two of you head out side by side.

“You owe me an answer,” you smirk at him teasingly.

“I do,” he chuckles breathily. “But I’m afraid I don’t have one for you.”

“You don’t have one because you don’t know whether you want to see me again or not, or because…?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t been on a date in so long, I’m not even sure I know how to do it,” he admits with a nervous laugh. “You’re… an incredible woman, Y/N. And I would love to see you again, I’m just… not sure if I’m ready for it. I spend most of my time here, working, I’m afraid it’s not the right time.”

“That’s fine,” you smile at him and you do understand his reasons. Still, you’re a bit bummed you won’t be seeing him again. “But if you change your mind, feel free to check my address in my files. I’m leaving for family dinner at four,” you add with a cheeky wink.

“Okay,” he chuckles softly. “Take care, Y/N.”

“You too, Dr. Styles.”

“Harry. It’s just… Call me Harry.”

“Harry,” you say, tasting the name on your tongue. “Happy holidays,” you smile before walking out through the automatic sliding doors. You glance back one last time, seeing Harry still standing at the same spot as he waves after you. Returning it you turn back around and head home.

Thanks to the eventful night and the lack of sleep, you opt to spend most of the day napping. The dizziness is finally gone and you’re feeling just fine, only have a little lump on your head, but your hair is hiding that perfectly. When you wake up you throw together a quick brownie that you promised your mom you’d bring and then you get ready to at least look like a presentable loser at the dinner. You’re truly not in the mood to answer all kinds of questions about Martin, the best would be if you could just stuff your face in peace and come back home and chug another bottle of wine alone.

You’re already getting ready to leave when your doorbell rings and you freeze. Could it be…?

You rush to the door and peek out through the peephole and your jaw drops to the floor when you see Harry on the other side.

“Dr. Styles!” you greet him eagerly as you throw the door open. “I mean, Harry,” you correct yourself quickly, making him laugh. He’s changed the white coat and blue scrubs to a pair of black slacks and a red sweater under his coat and you can’t ignore the fact that he is holding onto a bouquet of supermarket flowers he probably picked up on his way here.

“Hey, I hope… I hope it’s not weird that I’m here,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“I told you to use my address freely,” you smile at him. “How can I help you? I hope you didn’t come here to check in on me.”

“No,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m actually… I thought about it… I thought about you and I realized that I was stupid. So I’m here to make it up and if you still want me to, I would love to be your date today.”

Your eyes widen at his offer, you were definitely not expecting this turn of events.

“What? You really want to meet my family?”

“If it’s alright,” he shrugs chuckling. “I know it’s not the best idea for a first date, but I… I want to help you. And my male pride will not let you go home on your own after what your ex did to you.”

“That’s really nice, but I wouldn’t want to throw you in front of my whole family just like that. Have you even slept since you left the hospital?”

“I had a trip home, took a nice nap, that’s enough for me to last this one evening,” he smiles at you and you don’t doubt him.

“You can come with me, but under one condition.”

“And what is that?”

“We come back here and you’re gonna sleep. I will not be the reason you turn into a zombie.” The coy smile on your face is a tell for him that there might be a bit more than just sleeping, though you’re serious about that.

“I can work with that,” he chuckles softly. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, let me grab my coat and we can leave. And I’ll give you a quick lesson about my family before I throw you in front of the wolves.”

“I’ll take notes,” he smirks at you before you head out to your car.

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A/N: we have arrived to the last fic of fanficmas which also happens to be part of the Another One universe! i hope you guys liked the festive fics, thank you for coming with me along the way and i hope to be back with new stuff soon!

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

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“Alright, let’s see if everything is ready!” Harry calls out clapping his hands just as you grab the milk from the fridge and hand it over to Ellie so she can pour some into the special glass you only use once a year. It’s Santa’s special glass, it has pretty little snowflakes on it, matching with the plate that’s for the cookies.

“Wait! Wait!” Ellie gasps, focusing on the milk and you watch closely in case she needs help, but she is doing great on her own. Handing you back the milk bottle she grabs the glass and walks over to the living room where the twins are making sure the cookies and perfectly placed on the plate. “Done!” she announces as she places the glass down to the table, so much joy and child-like innocence on her pretty little face. Christmas is for sure your favorite holiday, it has always been but as a mother, your love for it just multiplied.

“Okay. Cookies?” Harry asks as he waits for you to waddle over to him so the two of you can join the kids together. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back, gently grazing your skin where the shirt is not covering. Today is one of the rare days when you put on one of your own shirts, but because your belly is humongous at this point, no top fits you, that’s why you’ve been wearing Harry’s clothes.

“Here! They are here!” Maddie giggles in excitement, jumping onto the couch.

“Alright, milk?”

“It’s here!” Ellie announces proudly.

“Daddy, turn the lights on for Santa!” Maxie begs and Harry is already walking over to the massive Christmas tree, switching the twinkling lights on, all three of your babies mesmerized by the view of it.

“Do you think Santa will bring us a lot of gifts?” Maddie wonders.

“Have you been good all year?” you ask, brushing her hair out of her face. They are all wearing their Christmas onesies, bathed and fed, ready to go to bed so Santa can bring their gifts they get to open in the morning. All the wrapped up boxes are loaded in the garage, at least three gifts for each of them since Anne sent over hers earlier, they are going to be ecstatic when they see all the boxes under the tree.

“I was the best!” she exclaims, making you chuckle.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, baby. Alright, bed time! We all have to be asleep or else Santa won’t come!” Harry reminds them and they are oddly eager to get to their beds. Tonight you’re putting Ellie down, something that’s been occurring more often lately since she is already sleeping in a big girl’s bed, you can sit on it easier than the smaller ones the twins have. With your belly, you can’t do much bending, your back has been aching for months, your waist killing you even with all the massaging Harry has been so kind to do for you.

“Sleep well, Ellie Bunny. I love you,” you hum smiling, tucking her in.

“I love you too mummy. And I love the baby too,” she adds and your heart swells. It’s been a bumpy road with Ellie and the baby, she took it a bit rougher than the twins, but the past few months she’s been very attached not just to you but the baby as well. It’s telling you that she has come to terms with having another sibling soon.

“I know the baby loves you too. They can’t wait to meet you.”

“When is it gonna be born?”

“Very soon. The doctors said in less than a week.”

“So that means it could be born before New Years’s Eve?” she asks, exciting glint in her big eyes.

“Hopefully,” you chuckle softly, before leaning forward to kiss her forehead even though your back pain is killing you. Nothing can stop you from loving on your kids. “See you in the morning. Good night.”

“Night, mummy!” she calls out as you turn on her night light and switch all the others off, closing the door.

You wait for Harry to return from the twins’ room in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing your stomach. All day an unsettling feeling has been lingering in your guts, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but you thought that maybe the baby was just moving a lot more today.

When Harry walks in and sees the discomfort on your face he sits beside you, kissing the side of your face, a hand coming to cup your belly.

“You alright, love?”

“Yeah, just… kinda uncomfortable, I think I ran out of space in here,” you joke around nodding down at your stomach.

“So crazy how fast this time passed, right?” he hums and you don’t miss the pride in his smile.

“Right? It feels like yesterday when we were crying on the floor of the bathroom when I took that test,” you chuckle remembering the time you found out you were pregnant.

“I love you, Y/N. I know I say it all the time, but I hope you know I mean it every time.” Harry cradles your head in his hand and bringing it closer he presses a long kiss to your cheek, the corner of your mouth and then to your lips.

“I know. And I love you too.”

For a little while, you just sit there in each other’s arms, showering in the wholesome moment, Harry’s signature scent dulling everything that’s been bothering you all day. Nothing really matters when he holds you.

“Alright, I think Santa should make an appearance,” he murmurs, kissing your lips once again, helping you up from the bed.

While Harry brings all the gifts inside, he makes you sit on the couch and take a bite from all the cookies the kids left out, drinking some of the milk as well to keep the magic alive just a little longer. You know Ellie is getting old, in a few years, she won’t believe Santa is real so you have to enjoy these moments while you can.

“Okay, this was the last one,” Harry announces, putting down the last box.

“Alright, let’s sort this mess out,” you hum, pushing yourself up to your feet to manage the gifts, make the scene a little more aesthetically pleasing, but just as you stand up, you freeze.

Wetness dampens your sweatpants, the feeling you’ve been struggling with all day multiplying all of a sudden and it finally clicks.

“What if we put everyone’s gift in one place?” Harry muses, placing around the boxes, trying to figure out how to arrange them.

“Harry…”

“You don’t like that? It’s better when they look for their gifts, right?”

“Harry…” you repeat and he finally looks your way. You watch as his eyes snap down to your pants, probably spotting the wet spot and his mouth hangs open.

“Is that… is that what I think it is?” he asks, standing up from the floor.

“Well, I hope you’re not thinking I just peed myself, because then it’s not.”

It’s a good joke. And you both would laugh at it if it wasn’t for the fact that your water just broke, in the middle of the night on the 24th of December.

“Call your sister to come over now. We need someone to watch the kids. I’ll go clean myself up and we’re leaving to the hospital,” you tell him, keeping your calm and it seems like Harry is focused on the task as well.

As you make your way up into your bedroom you hear Harry on the phone with Gemma and while you change into some clean clothes, grabbing your hospital bag from the closet, you feel the first contraction hitting, along with a tightness in your chest, but the two things are not related. Well, not entirely.

You’re just about to have a baby on Christmas Eve, meaning that you’ll spend most of Christmas in hospital with the baby, missing out on the last occasion to be with your other three babies. You promised them a great holiday, just the five of you for the last time and though they’ve been excited to meet the baby, something is telling you you’re ruining the holidays.

Tears are streaming down your face when Harry rushes into the bedroom, his phone in his hand.

“Gemma will be here in ten minutes, are you— Shit, is this the contractions?” he asks when he sees you crying, but you shake your head. The contractions hurt, but it’s not that bad just yet and you’re kind of used to it after going through it two times already. “Then what is it? Talk to me, I want to help!” he begs, cupping your cheeks in his palms as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs gently.

“I’m ruining Christmas, we promised the kids it’s gonna be just us! But I won’t be here in the morning!” you whimper and the tears just keep coming and coming as you fist his shirt at his stomach.

“Y/N, it’s not like you can control it, the baby decided he wants to spend Christmas with us! It’s wonderful and the kids will be over the moon to meet him already!”

“Are they gonna be mad? When I won’t be here in the morning? And you either?”

“They will be surprised, but when they find out it’s because their sibling was born they are gonna forget about everything, I promise you!”

Sniffing and whimpering you nod, trying to calm yourself. It’s probably the hormones, your body is a mess at this point, it’s no surprise you broke down. You’re about to have your fourth child, that’s massive, right?

Gemma arrives soon and you’re basically switching place, she goes in and you go out. She wishes good luck and waves after you as Harry drives away, speeding as much as he can. By the time you reach the hospital your contractions have fully kicked in, striking every few minutes.

You get settled in a room quickly, the doctor and nurses checking in on you, hooking you up on the machines and calculating how long until you can get your epidural. Luckily, you arrived before it was too late.

When there’s just you and Harry left in the room you turn to him as he grips your hand with a proud and excited smile, kissing your knuckles softly.

“I love you. Thank you for doing all of this for our family,” he praises you and a teardrop rolls down your cheek as you squeeze his hand.

“I love you too. But this is our last one, alright? This shit still hurts like hell,” you chuckle through the pain as another contraction hits.

“Okay,” he laughs at your words. “Last one, got it.”

It’s a little before three in the morning when the baby is finally born. After some cussing and crying and a lot of pushing, you hear that tiny, angry cry you’ve been dreading to hear for months and you know that you did it. Again.

“Mrs. Styles, congratulations. It’s a boy!” the doctor announces and Harry starts laughing through his tears as he keeps repeating to you: “I told you, I told you you’re always right!”

You bathe in your baby’s beauty for a bit, holding him in your arms, admiring how perfect he is before he gets taken away from you just for a bit to get him all checked up and so you can rest a bit.

“I’ll be back shortly and I’ll bring the kids, okay?” Harry tells you when you’re already half asleep, so you just nod, smiling at him lazily as he kisses your forehead and leaves.

It’s past eight when he gets back home and he is not surprised to hear the chatter of the kids when he walks in.

The three of them are in the kitchen, Gemma is making them breakfast and her face lights up when she sees her brother and his proud smile.

“Daddy!” Ellie gasps when she sees him. “Aunt Gemma said you went to the hospital, because the baby wanted to come out! Is that true?”

The twins are blinking at him curiously over their cereal bowls, and Ellie seems like she is about to jump out of her skin.

“It’s true. I just came from the hospital, mummy is in there with the baby. Do you guys want to visit them?”

All three of them start screaming happily, the breakfast and the gifts long forgotten and Harry can’t help but smile how the birth of their baby brother is more exciting than any toy that might be waiting for them under the tree. Moments like this reassure him that the two of you did a good job at raising them.

Harry doesn’t let them skip breakfast, but as soon as everyone is fed, he and Gemma help them get dressed and load into the car to head back to the hospital to you.

“Okay, I want you all to be very gentle with both mummy and the baby, okay? Mummy is very tired and sore and the baby is tiny, you have to watch what you do, understood?” Harry tells them in the car and they all hum in agreement.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Max questions, but Harry just smirks at them through the mirror.

“You’ll see.”

The three kids are buzzing from excitement as they walk down the hallways of the hospital. Harry holding the hands of the twins while Ellie is holding hands with Gemma. Harry finds himself growing a bit anxious as they near your room, hoping the kids will love the baby just as much as you and he do.

When he pushes the door open and pokes his head inside to check if you’re up, he finds you sitting up in the bed, holding the baby in your arms, watching him in awe.

“Hi mummy,” he smiles, opening the door wider, letting the kids come in as well and they stand in a little group, watching you with big eyes, not quite sure what to do.

“Hi guys! I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there in the morning,” you pout your lips at them. “But baby decided to come a little earlier.”

“Are you okay, mummy?” Ellie asks, worried and you just nod with a smile.

“I’m alright. Now, do you guys want to meet your new sibling?”

“Yes!” Maddie cheers in excitement.

“Well, then let me introduce you your little brother, Leo.”

They gasp and Maxie is the first one to run up to the bed beside you, pushing himself up to his tiptoes to see the sleeping baby in your arms and you try to hold him so they can see better.

“A boy! Yes!” he cheers, his eyes glued to his brother.

Harry takes Maddie into his arms and Gemma comes to get Max, lifting him up as well while you scoot a little to the side so Ellie can sit on the bed with you.

“He is so tiny!” Maddie gasps, her hands holding onto Harry’s neck as she is staring down at baby Leo.

“He is, but he’ll grow bigger,” Harry kisses her cheek softly.

They ask all kinds of questions about the baby, how it came out and what all the machines in the room do, but your favorite one comes from Maddie.

“Why is he so bald?”

Just like all your other kids, Leo took a lot after Harry and he was born with just very little, soft, blonde hair that will most likely turn brown, growing into luscious curls, just like his siblings'.

“He didn’t have enough time to grow more,” Harry answers with a half-smile, making you laugh.

They stay for about an hour before you have to nurse the baby again so you decide it’s better if they head home.

“I’ll take them to your parents and come back, okay?”

“Okay, but please bring them home for the night. I don’t want them to spend Christmas away from home.”

“You’ll be fine on your own?”

“Please, this is not my first rodeo and I’ve even done this with two babies,” you smile at him playfully, making him chuckle.

“Alright, cowboy.” He leans down and kisses you a few times before pressing his lips first to your forehead and then Leo’s forehead who scrunches his nose, but doesn’t budge at it. “I love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too. And I love you too guys!” you call out to the kids who are waiting at the door.

“Love you too!”

“Love you mummy!” they wave in your way before Harry joins them, glancing one last time in your way, winking at you before walking out.

You’re let out of the hospital the next day, still pretty sore, but slowly recovering, baby Leo doing better than ever, he is a very strong baby even despite arriving a little earlier than you expected.

It’s the twenty-sixth, so most of Christmas has passed and you spent it in the hospital, feeling like you missed out on something. The kids spent yesterday with your parents and Anne went over to help Harry out during the evening and in the morning. She is watching the kids now as well since Harry came to pick you up.

“You didn’t tell me, what did the kids think about the gifts?” you ask as you’re walking up to the house, Harry is carrying Leo in his carrier in one hand, your bag in the other.

“Oh, we haven’t opened them yet.”

“What?” you ask with wide eyes. He sets the bag down to open the door just as he smirks at you.

“The kids didn’t want to do it without you,” he says, pushing the door open for you and if his words didn’t make you emotional enough, tears welling in your eyes, when you step inside you spot the ‘WELCOME HOME MUMMY AND LEO’ sign hanging, the kids and Anne waiting for you underneath.

You break down crying right away as they run up to you, hugging you tight but careful not to hurt you and you try to cradle them in your arms all at once.

“Ah, I missed you guys so much!” you breathe out, kissing each of them.

“We missed you too, mummy,” Ellie smiles at you, brushing her nose against yours sweetly.

You see in the living room that Harry didn’t joke, the gifts are all underneath the tree, untouched, just as you left them before rushing into the hospital.

“We wanted to do it with you!” Maddie tells you smiling proudly.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet. I’ll take a shower and we can unwrap everything together, okay?”

You wash away the smell of the hospital in the shower, finally changing into your favorite clothes, aka Harry’s shirt and your softest sweatpants. Your tummy has gone down a bit, but you’re still sporting a bump which will slowly disappear soon, but for now, you still look a bit pregnant.

When you walk out of the steamy bathroom you find Harry lying on the bed on his side, Leo lying on his back next to him, gripping Harry’s finger with his tiny hands. You stop and stare at them in awe, even though it’s not the first time you’re seeing your husband with your newborn baby. You felt the same way when you brought Ellie or the twins home, yet something is different this time. You know that it’s most likely the last time.

“Hey, everything alright?” he asks softly, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah,” you nod, walking over to him, sitting to the edge of the bed, gently running a finger down Leo’s face. “You’re a genius, Harry.”

“I am?” he asks, truly surprised.

“Yeah,” you chuckle and leaning closer you steal a quick kiss. “I’m glad you convinced me to do this one more time. I missed this. This magic.”

“It’s the best, right?”

“Absolutely,” you smile at him, the both of you just taking in the new addition to your family, your perfect little baby. “Alright,” you sigh then. “Let me nurse him quickly and then we can open the gifts, I know the kids are dying to see what they got,” you chuckle, taking Leo into your arms, but before you could head over to the nursery, Harry stops you, pulling you closer for another quick kiss.

“I love you, Y/N. You’re amazing and… thank you for choosing me.”

You smile at him softly, brushing your nose against his.

“I didn’t choose you. We… found each other,” you tell him before pecking his lips one last time and taking Leo into the nursery next to your bedroom.

This was definitely not how you imagined Christmas to turn out to be, but… it’s surely one you’ll remember forever.

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A/N: welcome to the second fic of fanficmas!! i was dying to post again, keeping to the schedule is prettyhard for me lmao! anyway, check the post for fanficmas, i've added another fic for the 24th and my 8k celebration fic is gonna be festive as well! can't wait for you to read them all!

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The ride back from the meeting is dead silent and the tension is so thick, you could bite it if you wanted. You can tell Harry is just as frustrated and angry as you are, his knuckles are turning white as he is gripping the wheel so tight.

You really hoped this meeting would go well and that you’d receive the news you’ve been waiting for for months, but all you got was anger and disappointment and the feeling of being trapped in your own relationship.

Harry and you’ve been together for over eight months, but you’ve kept it under wrap the whole time. At first it was because you chose to. Because you didn’t want the curious eyes and nosy tabloids to snoop around when you were just trying to figure out where you were heading. That took only a few months before both of you realized that this will not be just a fleeting romance, you’re serious about each other and ready to step out to the public’s eye as a couple.

You weren’t planning to make a huge announcement or write it on billboards, just wanted to do normal couple things, going out for dinners, holding hands on the street, meeting up with friends without keeping five feet distance between the two of you.

However Harry’s team had different ideas. With his third album’s release coming up rapidly, they didn’t want him to be the happy, settled-down guy who has no issues in the world. They wanted him to be lonely, bitter and as single as possible.

Part of you understood. You got the idea of their plan and you genuinely thought you’d be able to get through it so that at the end you can finally be together unbothered, but it seems like that moment will never come.

It was the fourth meeting you’ve had with those stuck-up, annoying assholes who control your relationship through contracts and agreements. You’ve been in the dark for over four months, watching your boyfriend appear in the media as a bachelor, gossips swirling around that he is seeing models and actresses when he spends all his nights cuddled up with you. The hiding has been awfully hard and you hoped you’d get the green light this time, but they said you have to keep yourself out of the picture for another month.

Neither of you were pleased with the decision, but there wasn’t much you could do. Legally. However you’ve run out of patience and you felt like if Harry stood up a little more against those morons and for your relationship, they might have lessened the one month or just gave up finally and let you be. But he didn’t, he just sat there, humming and nodding when you knew exactly how frustrated he was from the situation.

“Are you gonna act like it’s my fault from now on?” he speaks up, finally breaking the silence but you wish he didn’t. Not like this.

“Should I act like it’s mine?” you grumble back, arms crossed over your chest as you stare out the window, ignoring how he keeps looking your way.

“Were you not in there? Do you not remember that my hands are literally tied?”

“Nothing is tied, Harry. Nothing. Especially not your hands. It’s your team and if you wanted out, you’d just do it, but instead you sat there like an obedient little puppy, biting your tongue as they forced our relationship into the bottom of the ocean once again.”

Harry pulls up to your building and you’ve never jumped out of the car faster before, leaving him behind as he pulls his mask off and his beanie low on his head so no one spots him. By the time he locks the car you’re on your way up to your apartment, ignoring his pleas to wait for him.

“You’re making a big deal out of something that’s totally out of my control, Y/N!” he roars when he finally catches up with you inside your place. You’re kicking your boots off, one of them flying across the hallway but you don’t even bother to gather it and put it to its place.

“So having to pretend like we’re not a couple for another month is not a big deal for you?”

“That’s not what I said! But I signed the contract, I can’t do shit about that!” he argues, shrugging his coat off, following you into the bedroom as you strip out of your clothes to put on something more comfortable, your jeans and sweater feel suffocating at the moment.

“I don’t give a fuck about the contract, Harry!” you bark back, standing in only your underwear as you unload your anger on your boyfriend. “I’m tired of this shit, okay? Are you not? Do you not want to be like a normal couple already?”

“But that’s the thing, nothing is normal about my life! I made that pretty clear when we first met!”

“But we could at least pretend!” you snap back, messing with the t-shirt in your hands because you can’t find the hem of it. “It would be nice, if sometimes we could just go out, just the two of us and I could hold your hand or kiss you, not acting like we’re strangers when we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for months.”

“You think I don’t want that? You think I enjoy ending up on tabloids with my so called dating life with other women when I’ve been with you all this time?! I’m not doing this out of fun, Y/N.”

“You could have stood up at least! Try to convince them that we’ve been hiding for long enough! But you sat there and let them control you like you’re just a doll!”

“I’m just not trying to bring a lawsuit on me!” he groans, his hands gripping his hair harshly before he lets go of it, throwing them into the air. “Is that a fucking crime now? That I’m trying to stay out of trouble?”

“Fighting for your relationship is no trouble, Harry. But if you feel like that, then we have bigger issues than the assholes that are playing with our life.”

You say this in such a dry and cold tone that it sends a shiver down Harry’s spine as he stares back at you, holding your gaze. It’s been weighing down on your chest for a while and tonight just brought it out. Part of you wishes you didn’t say it out loud though, because the look on Harry’s face and your fears what this might bring on you scares the hell out of you, but you can’t take it back anymore.

“I’m gonna head home now,” he simply announces and walks out of the room to put his shoes and coat back on.

“So you’re just walking away now? You have nothing else to say?” you call after him, finally putting your clothes on as you rush out of the room and find him already at your front door.

“I’ve had enough of your screaming for today,” he retorts and his words sting, right in the middle of your chest.

“Great, very mature of you. Says a lot about you, Harry,” you throw at him before he walks out and snaps the door closed behind him.

You stand there for a few long minutes before the first teardrop rolls down your cheek, many more following after, sobbing and whining as you collapse onto your bed, feeling like you just lost the man you love.

The next morning you wake up with puffy eyes and an aching heart. You check your phone and your stomach drops seeing no text or call from Harry. Guess he is done with you for good this time.

You force yourself to get out of bed and eat something after you skipped dinner last night, too busy crying yourself to sleep. Munching on your toast you stare out the window and almost fall off the chair when you hear knocking on your door, breaking the eerie silence in your home. Swallowing the bit you brush your hands off and walk to the door, peeking out through the peephole first, your jaw on the floor when you see Harry on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” you ask upon opening the door, your voice groggy and barely more than just a whisper. At first you’re afraid he came back to break up with you officially since no such thing was said yesterday, but then you see the corners of his mouth curling up as he steps inside, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb running across your cheekbone.

“Get ready, we’re going out.”

“What? Where? Who else is coming?”

“No one is coming, just the two of us. I’m taking you to the Christmas market. It’s a date.”

“What? Like a real one? But what if someone recognizes us? The team will flip if we—“

“I give zero fucks about the team and the contract and their plans. I’m done with that bullshit, I just want to be with my girlfriend without restraints.”

Your lips start trembling as you stare back at him, happy tears dwelling in your eyes and he breathes out softly as he steps closer.

“Baby, don’t cry.”

“I can’t help, this is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done!” You sniff a few times as Harry wipes your tears away, kissing the tip of your nose. “They will drag you through mud if pictures of us get out at a Christmas market.”

“Don’t care. I’ll pay them all off and send them their merry way if they want to give me a hard time for being with my girlfriend I love so much.”

“You still do?” you pout at him, hands finding his waist as you reach under his coat. “I was kind of a bitch yesterday, I’m sorry.”

“No, you were right. I should have stood up for us. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not important enough. You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah. And I love you too,” you smile at him before finally pressing your lips against his.

About an hour later you’re dressed layered, your softest scarf around your neck as you’re walking around in the Christmas market… holding Harry’s hand, just the two of you, out in the public. Two days ago you would have laughed at anyone if they said this would be you now.

“Can we have some mulled wine?” you blink up at Harry with an innocent look, biting into your bottom lip.

“Of course,” he hums smiling down at you. So far no one has come up to you, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t been recognized. You know it’s just a matter of time to run into a fan and pictures would be all over the internet in just a few hours.

Harry pulls you up to one of the booths, an old lady smiling at you from behind the counter, all kinds of festive mugs lining along the wall of the booth.

“Hello, can we have two cups, please?” Harry asks, his arm curling around your waist as your eyes scan over the mugs.

“Choose a mug, darling. If you don’t want to keep it, you can bring it back and get the money back for it,” the woman tells you.

“Choose for the both of us,” Harry smiles at you and you feel like a kid in a toy store.

“Can we have two of those?” you ask, pointing at a red one with tiny Christmas trees all over it. The woman nods and grabs two of them, starting to fill them up with the mulled wine.

“You two look so cute, are you married?” the woman asks, peeking at you with a knowing smile and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“Oh, no, we’re—“

“Not yet,” Harry answers, surprising you with his words. He has thought about marrying you before? The stunt he is pulling right now with being out with you was already proof enough that he is planning with you for the long run, but hearing him talk about marriage just warms your heart on a whole other level.

The woman hands you over the two mugs as Harry pays with a generous tip and you hand him over his drink as you continue your way through the market.

“I hope I didn’t scare you with that comment,” he muses, his free hand wrapping around yours again.

“Nope,” you smirk up at him. “But I hope you’re not just gonna drop on one knee right now,” you add, making him chuckle.

“No, not yet. We’ve got time. Right?”

“Yeah. Especially now that…” Your eyes spot a group of girl suspiciously eyeing the two of you, whispering around. “We’ve been caught. Gosh, your team will flip when they find out about it.”

“What? I’m just taking a stroll around the Christmas market,” he shrugs with a playful smirk on his handsome face.

“And you’re also making it public that… you’re off the market,” you snort at your own joke. Harry shoots you a lopsided smile.

“Someone is especially goofy today,” he hums and leaning closer he kisses your cheek. The girls start giggling and gasping at the sight and if Harry has noticed them, he is acting like he didn’t.

It takes some time for the girls to build up the courage to come over to you, but they find you somewhere around the booth where you can buy all kinds of chocolates. You pretend to be looking at them while Harry poses for a few quick photos, giving him space, but when he is done with the photographs and still talking to them, he reaches out for you, taking your hand as he pulls you into the conversation.

“Are you guys on a date?” one of the girls asks with wide eyes when she sees you.

“Yeah. So if you excuse us, we’re gonna move forward, but it was nice meeting you all,” he nods with a polite smile.

“Of course, thank you Harry!”

“Bye, Harry! We love you!”

“Love you too, have a great day!” he calls after them before the two of you continue your way through the market.

“So, the cat is officially out of the bag,” you squeeze his hand playfully as you walk past the small ice-rink they’ve put into the middle of the market. Lights are running above it, a Christmas tree in the middle, and you can buy hot chocolate without even coming off the ice, they have a seller right next to it.

“It is. Hope you don’t mind it,” he smirks coyly.

“Me? I basically bullied you into this!” you chuckle.

“You didn’t,” he laughs and pulling closer he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

You map out the whole market before heading back to your place where you make some hot tea and put on a movie, you cuddle on the couch, the room slowly filling up with apple and cinnamon scent from the candle you lit. Neither of you have been online the whole day, just enjoying the time spent together, so you don’t realize that photos of you have taken over the internet the past hours. Holding hands, hugging and kissing, posing with fans, there’s about a dozen photos of the two of you from today, all of them screaming how happy you are.

Harry’s phone starts buzzing sometime at the end of the movie, you’re lying on his chest, his fingers dancing up and down your back, such a peaceful, intimate moment that’s interrupted by the call.

Harry grabs the device from the table with a grunt and answers the call clearly not too happy about the interruption.

“Would you… No—Hey… If you’d…” he tries to speak up, but whoever it is on the other end, they don’t let him get a word out. Lifting your head you rest your chin on his sternum, watching him struggling with speaking up.

But when he keeps getting ignored, with a simple movement he ends the call.

“If they can’t let me answer, what was the reason to call?” he huffs, but you both know they will call him back in a moment, or as soon as they realize that he hung up.

“When did you become such a bad boy?” you giggle, kissing his chest.

“Always been, baby,” he winks at you, just when his phone starts ringing again. “Are you gonna listen to me this time?” he asks right away as he answers the call.

You listen in on the conversation as Harry finally gets the chance to tell that he got fed up with the role that was forced on him and that from now on he wants to live his life the way he wants to.

“And my girlfriend is part of that,” he says and you wish you could hear the answer. Then he just hums and only replies with one words before the call ends.

“So? Are they gonna sue you?”

“Luckily not. But they are not happy about the stunt we pulled,” he grimaces.

“So what now?” you smile at him softly.

“Nothing,” he chuckles playfully. “As you said, people will know I’m off the market,” he shrugs and hugs you tighter to him.

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A/N: fanficmas 2021 is finally here! im so excited for the fics i have planned for the weeks leading up to christmas, i've spent a lot of time writing all of these stories so i really hope you guys will enjoy them!

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

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Maintaining a normal life after everything Bucky went through in his extraordinarily long life was probably the hardest task of all, right after forgiving himself for the horrible things he did when he was the Winter Soldier.

Moving into the compound Bucky wasn’t sure he’ll find his place among the other avengers, though Steve was convinced he’ll become part of the team in no time. However, making friends and getting close to others hasn’t been the ex-assassin’s greatest trait. He tried. He really tried. He sat with the others at the kitchen island in the morning to drink his coffee even though he was already done with his first one since he was usually up at latest at 5 in the morning thanks to his nightmares. He trained with Natasha and Sam, he always asked for book and movie recommendations from Wanda and he even tried to be friendly to Tony, laughing at the billionaire’s lamest jokes. Most people were friendly to him and even those who had doubts about his recruitment into the team were slowly coming around to accept his constant presence, but Bucky still felt so incredibly far from everyone around him, sometimes even from Steve who he has known all of his life.

Bucky felt alone.

It was until he met you.

Returning from a months long mission you’d come back to the compound to have its newest member living in the room just two doors down from yours. Bucky had been there for about three months by that time and he had heard a lot about the famous Agent Y/L/N and he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be like when he first met you.

Steve always told him how caring you are with everyone around the compound. You always have a nice word or a cheeky compliment to the people you run into, never passing up a chance to help anyone out.

Wanda said you had the greatest sense of humor and taste in movies and that you never fail to make her laugh even on her worst days. She thinks of you as a big sister.

Natasha said that you’re an excellent agent, probably the best she has ever worked with. Always fast to react and cover for your partner, watching out for danger wherever you go, it’s basically impossible to startle you.

Surprisingly, even Tony had talked about you highly, the man Bucky thought was impossible to impress. One time he gushed about how you solved an IT related issue even he couldn’t figure out.

To say that Bucky was aching to meet you was an understatement. And the day finally came. Nat, Steve and Sam waited for you outside as the jet touched down and you hopped off with a beaming smile on your face. Bucky stood a bit farther from the three of them, not meaning to bother your reunion but he just couldn’t help himself, he had to meet you or at least see you.

He remembers clearly as you hugged them all tight, one by one, going on and on about how much you missed them and how nice it was to finally be back home. Apparently, this mission was the most complicated one you’ve ever been on and you spent months undercover somewhere in Ukraine.

Then your eyes fell on him and he could feel his breath hitch the moment his gaze met yours.

“And you must be Bucky! I’ve heard so much about you from this punk!” you beamed patting Steve’s chest. You skipped over to him, holding a hand out for him as he stood kind of speechless and blown away by you. At last he finally slid his hand into yours, giving it a firm shake.

“And you’re Y/N, I assume,” he smiled shyly.

“That I am! Sorry I couldn’t be here when you arrived, but I had a situation to take care of,” you chuckled and Bucky felt like your presence was like a gentle summer breeze, so refreshing and so light, he was already feeling himself falling for you.

From that moment he could not escape you, not that he wanted to. He wasn’t sure if you did it on purpose or it was all a coincidence, but Bucky felt like you were everywhere. He found himself running into you in the kitchen before he went for his morning run, you were always at the gym when he went down to spar with either Steve or Nat, you were lounging on the big, fluffy couches in the living room when he was looking for a nice spot where he could read in peace and he ran into you in the hallways all the time. And slowly but surely, you got him to loosen up in your presence.

It started with tiny hellos exchanged whenever you passed by each other, then you made little conversations with him whenever you had the chance. Next he found himself sparing with you at the gym and going on morning runs together. You got him to say more than just a handful of words and before he could even realize it, the two of you were having deep and long talks in the middle of the night when neither of you could sleep.

“What’s keeping you up?” he asked one night when you were sitting at the kitchen counter, each of you nursing a cup of tea. The compound was silent, everyone was off already, except the two of you. Bucky has his own reasons to stay awake, escaping his nightmares, but he didn’t know what made you miss out on the precious bedtime.

“I always have way too much on my mind,” you told him with a soft, but bitter smile. “It’s hard to turn it off.”

“What’s always on your mind?”

“Everything,” you answered simply and Bucky didn’t dare to push it any further, not sure how far he could take the conversation.

Months went by, and Bucky came to the realization that you’ve become his best friend, of course, along with Steve. Though sometimes he felt like he was closer to you than the blonde supersoldier he had known his whole life. But Steve didn’t have to know about that.

He also couldn’t ignore the romantic feelings that rooted in his chest, bringing back something into his everydays he never thought he would experience again. He couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered every time you smiled at him or he heard your laugh, how he always looked for you when he entered a room and how you were his last thought before falling asleep on the rare occasions when he even bothered to go to sleep. It’s been decades since he felt the same way and at first he didn’t even recognize it, but he soon came to the realization that somewhere between that first handshake you shared upon your arrival after your mission in Ukraine and the late night dinner he shared with you that night earlier… he fell in love with you completely and utterly.

At times he thought that you might be feeling the same way. That there’s a chance you fell for him too, but he always came to the conclusion that he is mistaking your endless kindness and general love for everyone to something more specific towards him. Because he saw that you were nice to everyone else and had your own little thing with the rest of the team, Bucky couldn’t let himself believe that he was any special. You were just friends and at last, he was lucky to have you as that in his life.

The thought of coming clean to you was a fleeting one, it came and went fast, the anxiety rising high in his guts when he thought about telling you about his feelings and potentially ruining your friendship. He was way too scared to lose you just because he couldn’t control his own heart.

December came around and as Bucky learned, your favorite time of the year. He had seen you hoarding Christmas decorations in your room for weeks, though he never dared to ask what you’re gonna do with all of that.

Now as he is emerging from his room a little after five, he is surprised to see that the hallway leading to his room has been completely decorated. Little red and white ornaments are hanging from the ceiling, gold and silver garlands snaking along the walls and there’s a christmas wreath on every door he sees.

He has no doubt you did it all, but he wonders when exactly. He went to bed way past midnight and the compound looked as naked as possible then. Did you not go to sleep at all?

Making his way to the kitchen he is in awe seeing all the work you’ve done through the night, the decorations are everywhere, tiny snowman, nutcracker and reindeer figures popping up here and there stockings hanging on the fake fireplace in the living room, one for each member of the team, the names embroidered into the fabric neatly.

As he finally reaches his destination and steps into the kitchen, he winds you perched up on a stool at the kitchen island, a mountain of decorations in front of you as you’re trying to untangle a few garlands. Your head pops up at his arrival, a beaming smile tugging on your lips that makes Bucky’s heart skip a beat.

“Good morning!” you greet him sweetly, before turning your attention back at the task on hand.

“Morning? Have you even gone to bed?” he huffs, rounding the island and starting the coffee machine for his morning brew.

“I had an entire hour of sleep,” you announce, as if it’s nothing unusual, but Bucky’s eyes widen.

“An hour? Y/N, that’s not healthy…”

“Says the guy who never sleeps,” you scoff, giving him a teasing look and Bucky feels himself blushing. “I’ll have a nap when I’m done, don’t worry about me.”

Bucky grabs his coffee and joins you, taking the seat next to you, his eyes scanning through everything left on the counter. He has never seen anyone prepare with this much decoration before, but he knows now that it must be something close to your heart.

“You really love Christmas, huh?” he hums, taking a little ornament from the pile, dangling it from his fingers.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” you sing softly as your answer and Bucky could wrap you up in a hug right then and there. Your voice sounds like angels are singing. To him, at least. “Christmas used to be the only time I got to see my whole family at the same time. All my aunts and uncles came together, I played with my cousins I couldn’t see all year and the house was filled with the delicious smell of dinner cooking in the oven. I loved everything about it.”

“You don’t do that anymore?”

“No,” you shake your head with a sad smile. “My parents died a few years ago, I haven’t talked to any of my cousins in a long time and my aunts and uncles are just all over the place. To be honest, my mom was the one who kept the family together. Since she’s been gone it hasn’t been the same.”

“But you miss them, right?”

“I miss… having a family around me. I mean… I have a family here,” you add with a small smile. “But the others are not that into celebrating, everyone is just doing their own thing, I don’t want to force them to spend it together. We’re already spending enough time together,” you chuckle softly, but Bucky doesn’t miss the bitterness in your tone.

“You do this every year?” Bucky asks, pushing down the bitter feelings in his throat at the thought of your loss.

“Yep, no one else would,” you chuckle. “I just like to bring some life into the compound.”

“Sounds nice,” he smirks. “Can I help you with the rest of it?”

Your eyes light up as you look at him in awe before nodding eagerly. A few hours later, by the time the rest of the team starts to emerge from their rooms, the decorating is officially done. Every common area and hallway in the compound is dressed in a Christmas glow, bringing some festive vibes into the dryness of the place.

“Wow! Y/N, you really topped last year!” Natasha beams as she walks into the kitchen, eager to find some coffee.

“Thank you, but I had a little helper this year!” you beam from your breakfast, eyes finding Bucky who is just shyly smiling next to you.

“Mm, a little elf, huh?” Nat jokes around and Bucky just shrugs his shoulders. In all honesty, he would have helped you do anything just to spend more time with you.

Later that day, when Bucky is in the gym he can’t get himself to stop thinking about what you told him about Christmas. If you’ve been alone for years, what do you do during the holidays?

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he asks panting as they finish another round, ending with Steve’s victory.

“Sure.”

“Do you know what Y/N usually does at Christmas? Because I know you spend it with Peggy. Wanda goes away with Vision, Tony is with Pepper and Nat usually visits her sister… but what does she do?”

Steve stops to think about it, uncapping his bottled water before taking a few gulps, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

“Actually, I’m not sure. But she is usually here by the time we all get back so I guess… she spends it here?”

“Alone?” Bucky can feel his heart breaking. “Neither of you even thought about inviting her anywhere? You just let her spend Christmas alone when it’s so obvious she loves the holidays this much?” He gestures around, because the two of you decorated even the gym, ornaments and garlands hanging from the pipes on the ceiling.

Steve feels a sudden wave of guilt washing over him, it never really occurred to him that this might be an issue. But now that Bucky has pointed it out, he feels horrible for never thinking about you.

“God, you punks don’t even deserve her,” Bucky grumbles under his breath before fixing his position and urging Steve to get back to training.

You were used to it. What’s more, you understood that everyone had their own plans for the holidays that didn’t include you in the first place. It would have been the last thing you wanted to bother anyone when they are spending time with their loved ones, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard to spend the holidays on your own, at best receiving a call from your only aunt that has kept in touch with you, baking a ridiculous amount of cookies for the rest of the team when they return.

Your plans are the same for this year as well and you are already bracing yourself to watch every possible Christmas movie while the others are gone.

What you don’t know is that Bucky couldn’t just let it happen. Though Sam invited him to spend the holidays with him and his sister, he knew he couldn’t leave the compound knowing that you’d be all alone. Instead, he made up a plan.

The compound usually empties out on the twenty-fourth. Everyone packs up for a few days and heads their own way to celebrate with their loved ones. Today doesn’t seem any different either. As you go on with your day like you always do, you keep running into people getting ready to leave, wishing you happy holidays as they rush away. You go down to the gym, try to focus on something else than the loneliness that’s about to take over the compound. After a nice shower you take a small walk outside because it’s an oddly sunny day and then just end up chilling in your room, cleaning, reading and all that. It’s about four o’clock when there’s a soft knock on your open door, Bucky’s head popping into your room.

“Hey!” you smile at him, putting the book aside that you’ve been reading.

“Hi. Just wanted to say bye, we’re heading out.”

“Oh, alright. Have fun at Sarah's! Send me loads of pictures!” you tell him, pulling him into a tight hug, swallowing the bitter feelings of not seeing him for the next few days.

“Will do. Enjoy your time alone,” he hums as he steps back from you.

“As always,” you breathe out, trying your best not to sound sad. You wouldn’t want Bucky to worry about you.

“Alright, bye, Y/N. See you soon,” he nods at you before turning around and walking out of the room.

“Bye Bucky,” you call after him, standing still at the same spot as you stare at the door he just left through.

Since you’re probably the last one left in the compound, you dare to turn your music up as you clean your bathroom to keep yourself busy and you stay completely oblivious to what’s happening outside of your room.

A few hours pass by and you’re just about to order something to eat when your phone starts ringing, Bucky’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be on your flight?” you ask, answering the call.

“Oh, it’s delayed, we’re just about to board,” he says, clearing his throat. “Y/N, can you please check something for me?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I think I left my wallet on the coffee table in the living room, can you please check?”

“Buck, one day you’ll lose your head!” you scold him teasingly, but head out of your room to check it out.

“I guess,” he chuckles. “At least now Sam will pay for everything until I get back home.”

“Milk him well,” you grin, padding your way down the stairs to the floor below yours.

“Will do, doll,” Bucky hums and the butterflies in your stomach start dancing wildly at the nickname even though it’s not the first time he has used it. As you’re getting closer to the living room you get an odd feeling that you’re not alone. Maybe Wanda and Vision haven't left for their trip?

“Are you there already, Y/N?” Bucky’s voice pulls you back from your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just about to--”

“Surprise!”

For the first time in forever you get shocked as you see the living room jam packed with not just your teammates and friends but their loved ones as well. Everyone you thought you’d only see days later is there, smiling at you, dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters or they have reindeer antlers strapped to the top of their head or there’s Tony wearing glasses with snowman shaped lenses.

And the mastermind behind it all, Bucky, is standing in the middle, a Santa hat on his head as he stares at you with the most adorning eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God!” you gasp, feeling your eyes watering. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Making up for all those times we were assholes and left you here alone on the holidays,” Natasha speaks up with an apologetic smile from beside her sister, Jelena.

“There’s plenty of space here for everyone, so we are celebrating together this year!” Tony beams, raising his glass of whiskey in your way.

From the corner of your eyes you see Peter moving, putting some music on and a moment later your favorite festive tunes fill the room.

“Whose idea was this,” you ask, brushing your tears away from your eyes as you approach them all.

“Your little elf’s,” Steve grins, poking his elbow into Bucky’s side who just shyly smiles at you.

The next moment, you’re launching at him, throwing yourself into his arms as your thank you, his arms wrapping around you tight to keep you in his embrace for as long as he can.

“Thank you, Bucky. You’re the best!” you giggle, face squished into the crook of his neck, ignoring all the curious looks the two of you are getting.

Though it’s still just the twenty-fourth, the team has prepared for a nice dinner and some board games to play afterwards. As the evening carries on you find yourself sticking to Bucky’s side, linking your arm with his, leaning against him or just simply standing near him. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he also likes to drape an arm around your shoulders whenever you’re by his side.

The one time you’re torn from his presence is when you assist Nat with refilling the cookie plates in the kitchen and she is quick to use the opportunity to start some girl talk.

“So, are you guys official?” she asks with a sly smirk on his red lips.

“What?”

“You and Barnes.”

“Oh, we’re not… we’re just friends,” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the thought of dating Bucky.

“Oh come on, you guys are so into each other, what’s stopping you?”

“You think Bucky likes me?” you ask, eyes trailing off to the living room where you spot the man in talk. He is listening to something Vision is telling him, his beautiful face in a focused expression before he sees you watching him. The lines on his forehead and around his eyes smooth out as he shoots you a small smile and your knees go weak instantly.

“Do I think he likes you? Please, that man is head over heels in love with you, Y/N and everyone knows that. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed it!”

“I thought that he is just nice and he just enjoys having a friend,” you mumble under your breath, looking down at the cookies in front of you.

“He does enjoy having a friend, but he for sure wants to be way more than that. I mean, he did all of this just for you. He talked to all of us, planned out how everyone would get here… He put his heart and soul into it just for you.”

With that, the redhead grabs the plate and walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings… the ones that might be returned.

The night has carried long, it’s past midnight by the time everyone retreats into their own room, the guest rooms fill up and the party slowly dies down. As Bucky heads up to his own room he can’t help but notice that your door is open. It’s usually like that most of the time, always happy to welcome anyone in there. Bucky finds himself slowing down and then stopping at your room, knocking on the door gently still.

“Come in!” your voice calls out and as he steps inside he spots you at your dresser, wearing a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt, your usual attire for sleeping. “Bucky! I was just about to go check if you’ve come back,” you smile at him, placing one of your creams down on top of the dresser as you walk closer to him.

“Just came up, Tony went a little hard with the eggnog, we had to drag him to bed,” he chuckles softly. “Did you like the surprise?”

“Bucky, it was incredibly sweet and… I still can’t believe you did all of that for me.” Reaching him you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tight and warm. His arms curl around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest, his senses getting lost in your scent and the way your body fits so perfectly against his.

“I would do anything for you, doll,” he murmurs into your hair and Nat’s words ring in your ear. Maybe it’s the Christmas spirit or maybe it’s because how touched you are by everything Bucky has done for you, but you feel like you can’t let this moment pass without untangling whatever it is that’s going on between the two of you.

“Bucky, can I ask you something?” Leaning back you stay in his arms, just move your head enough so you can look into his eyes, your hands cupping his slightly scruffy cheeks.

“Of course,” he hums softly.

“It’s been brought to my attention that… others think you might have feelings for me that are more than just friendly. Is that true?”

You see his face turn beet red, lips parting as he stares back at you anxiously and he looks like a little boy whose crush has been just revealed in front of the whole class.

“I, uhh… That’s not--Who told you? Was it Steve? Because you know how he is, he could… but like…” He is rambling adorably and you almost feel bad for putting him into this position, but you know you’ll make up for it soon.

Peeling yourself out of his embrace, Bucky’s heart drops, thinking that your friendship has been just ruined as he watches you walk over to your desk for God knows why.

“Y/N, I really like you, it’s true, but if you don’t feel the same way nothing has to change. I swear we can… We can pretend this conversation never happened and…” he sighs in defeat as you walk back to him, hands hidden behind your back. The excited smile on your face is confusing to the supersoldier and he’s not sure what to think of the situation.

Stopping right in front of him you bite into your bottom lip before pulling your hand out from behind and Bucky notices something in it as you hold it up above the two of you.

A mistletoe.

“Oh, would you look at that! We’re standing under a mistletoe!” you gasp pretending to be shocked and Bucky can’t help the relieved chuckle that slips through his lips. “I like you too, Bucky. A lot.”

“You do?” he asks, still in disbelief, but his hands find their way to your waist.

“Yeah. And I would rather not pretend this conversation never happened,” you purse your lips as you’re gradually getting closer to him, your eyes flickering down at his soft lips.

“Okay, alright. Because I don’t want that either now,” he grins at you and finally closes the distance between the two of you, his lips pressing against yours in a searing kiss both of you have been craving for.

Your hand drops the mistletoe, letting it fall to the floor as your palms move to cup his face, then the back of his head, fingers lacing through his chestnut locks. His lips keep crashing against yours, kissing you again and again until you decide to deepen it, your tongue pressing up against his, a soft moan slipping through his lips and you can’t help but smile. You’re wrapped up in his strong arms, bodies melted together and you wonder how you could exist without kissing him like this before.

His lips kiss the corner of your mouth, the line of your jaw and your neck before he slowly comes to a halt, just keeping you tight in his embrace, showering in the feeling he’s been seeking for so long.

Pulling back you look at him smiling, pecking his lips one last time.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky,” you giggle and the wrinkles around his eyes appear as he smiles back at you.

“Merry Christmas, Doll.”

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