We were all invited to a Christmas party at Harrys` house. Things were pretty bad between him and Anne for the last few weeks after the accident at my house.

I told him to stop being angry at her since she just wanted to protect me from her bad version of son, who only wanted my virginity. He still looked angry, but I could feel him fight with a laughter.

I figured that a Christmas party at his house could have been a good idea to get us all a little bit back together.

“Clary, we`ll leave now”, my Mum yelled up the stairs and I took a last look at my present. Hopefully, he would like it! I ran downstairs in my velvety dress and jumped in our car.

Harrys` house looked beautiful from the outside since his stepfather had installed a lights all over the roof and you could already see the big and shining Christmas tree in the living room.

Anne opened the door and as she hugged me, she told me: “I`m happy you`re here, Clary.” I smiled at her friendly and showed her that way that I wasn`t angry any more.

“Hey guys”, I said as I saw Connor, Taylor and Simon already sitting in the living room. We exchanged hugs and I looked around.

“Were`s Harry?”, I asked since I couldn`t spot him anywhere.

“In the kitchen”, Connor answered and I nodded thankfully. I made my way to the small room and as I entered warm heating welcomed me. The view, which was offered to me was hilarious.

Harry wore his bakery apron and was covered in flour. He was humming to Last Christmas and looked really concentrated into the oven.

As the chorus came up, he started to sing out loud, while performing with a spoon.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special, special

I had to giggle and he finally realized I watched him from the door frame. His mouth widened in shock and that caused me to laugh so hard that I nearly had to cry.

“How long are you standing there already?”, he asked me.

“Through the whole performance”, I laughed while holding my stomach.

“Oh, you think I am funny, don`t you?”, he asked suddenly and I heard the threatening tone in his voice. I stopped laughing, but giggled still a little bit. Until I saw the expression on his face...and the flour in his hands.

“You wouldn`t. Harry, don`t even think about it...”, I started, but he was already heading after me before he caught me and covered my whole face in flour.

“Do you still think, that`s funny?”, he questioned me.

“Stop it, Harry! Let go of me!”, I squeezed and giggled hardly. He turned me around so I was facing him.

“You should wear flour a lot more, I think it makes you sexy”, he said with a cheeky voice and I smiled up to him.

“That dress is made out of velvet, I don`t think I get all of this out again, so unfortunately I have to stay like this for at least the whole evening”, I whispered.

“Like I said I find it sexy”, he grinned and kissed me. His lips tasted like flour and I had to cough.

“Harry? The goose!”, Gemma screamed as she suddenly stood in the room and hurried to the oven. I didn`t knew she was already here.

“Oh shit!”, he cursed. They could save the goose and she even tasted really good. Harry got a lot of compliments and I saw him blushing. Harry Edward Styles was blushing? Something knew to me.

All of the people starred at him and me and our white experience, but nobody said something. After the dinner we sat around the big tree and we started to unpack the presents. I liked just sitting on the big armchair and watch the whole action.

Christmas wasn`t as bad in England as I thought. I saw Harry unpacking my present and I got edgy. What if he didn`t like it?

He threw the paper away and starred at the present. He looked up and caught my view. I smiled sightly and he shook his head before he got up and came over to me.

“How did you got that idea?”, he asked and raised the old disk.

“Anne told me about your attic and that there are so many things, no one uses any more. One of these things was a record player and I asked her, if it still works. It does, we tried together”, I explained.

“Stevie Wonder”, he whispered.

“Remember that night?”, I questioned him.

“How could I forget”, he smiled crooked.

“The player already stands in your room. I brought it down as I after I went to the toilet.”

Harry knelt down in front of me and pulled out a small envelope. I raised my eyebrows before I took it and slowly opened it. I pulled out to small pieces of paper.

“Oh my god...”, I whispered.

“Are these really...?” Harry blinked at me.

“Demi Lovato – concert tickets?” I jumped out off the armchair and hugged him, which was kind of hard since I was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Thank you so much!”, I yelled into his ear.

“I can only give that back since I didn`t even knew about the record player”, he laughed.

“You got tickets?”, Taylor asked and I turned to show her. The first Christmas in England was actually the best I had in years.

(SOME TIME LATER)



We decided to leave the action in the living room behind and get some private time. We were laying on Harrys` bed and cuddled while we listened to Stevie Wonder.

“The sounds`s amazing”, Harry mumbled into my ear.

“Isn`t it?”, I muttered back.

That`s what Christmas is about, I thought. Coming home, being surrounded by your friends and family, the people you love most, spending time together and have a good time.

“You make me actually like Christmas”, I said and rolled over to be able to look at him. Harry stared at the ceiling.

“You make me like nearly every day, no matter how boring it might be”, he simply answered. I smiled and rolled my eyes since it was so cheesy.

I kissed his collarbone and made my way up to his lips. He bite my lip as soon as I pressed my cold lips on his. I loved the feeling of his slightly cracked and warm lips on mine. My tongue slipped against his teeth and soon we were in a steamy make-out session.

“Clary! Harry! You have to come downstairs!”, I heard Taylor yell up to us. We both groaned in frustration to be interrupted, but stood up any ways.

“What`s so important?”, Harry asked slightly annoyed.

“It started to snow!”, my sister screamed excited. I saw a flash in Harrys` eyes and he also made measures to get into his shoes.

“C`mon, Clary!”, Taylor told me and I sighed and gave in.

We all got out in the cold winter night and stared up to the white clouds and the cold white snowflakes, which were slowly drizzled down to the green earth. I enjoyed the laughter and the talking around me.

This was the perfect Christmas. Like I had already said, the best I ever experienced.

Notes

Another chapter. I wrote so much, I feel like you guys should catch up since I`m already really moved on with the story, haha. :)

Did you like the present Clary got for Harry? And Harry for Clary?
What do you think will happen next?

I have no idea where the Christmas stuff came from. :D
I love you readers!