I pulled out of his embrace and studied his face. He looked lost, his body was still tense and his face held no emotion. I had so many more questions I wanted to ask him, I wanted him to open up to me, but I have a strong feeling that this is the most he has told anybody in long time. I want to push him into telling me more about himself and the reasons behind his tattoos, but I know he will just get angry and feel uncomfortable. I know he won't tell me, at least not yet. Although it was already nearly 11PM, I needed to do something that would distract him. He was fine just minutes ago until I brought that up, now I'm afraid he's going to be distant with me for the rest of the night. After seconds of silence and his face still holding that same blank emotion, an idea came to my head. I quickly jumped up from the bed, catching his attention and causing him to furrow his brows together. Before giving him the chance to ask, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the bed.

"Follow me." My face broke into a grin as I grabbed my shoes from the floor with my other hand, tucking them underneath my arm. I felt my arm tug back as I watched Harry slowly slip on a pair of his shoes, before following behind me.

"Where are we going?" He asked, confusion clear on all of his perfect features. I just gave him a smile before pulling him out of his door and down the familiar hallway. As we reached the elevators, I clicked UP and stood there silently waiting. I could feel a pair of eyes on me but I refused to look. Seconds later, the elevator came and I stepped inside, pressing my floor button. I intertwined my fingers in his, and I could already feel his body starting to relax. He looked down at me with a frown, shaking his head in frustration. I giggled quietly and lead him out of the elevator.

"Patience, my dear." I smiled as I made the short walk through the ninth floor hallway and dragged Harry along until we were now standing outside of my door.

"Dear?" He smirked, amusement clear in his voice. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked down as I began to fiddle with the lock, before stepping inside. I heard quiet music coming from Audrey's closed door so I assumed she was home. I made my way into my room and quickly walked over to my closet, bending down as I began my search. Seconds later, I heard my bedroom door close and looked behind me to see Harry sitting on the edge of my bed, a small smile fighting it's way to his lips.

"What?" I asked, turning my head back around to look in my closet. A low chuckle came from behind me, and I can already tell he was probably shaking his head.

"Mm.. Nothing, I've just got a pretty nice view here." I turned back around to see his face split into a perfect grin. I rolled my eyes and finally pulled out the tall box I was looking for.

"Found you." I mumbled, dragging it out of my closet and placing it in the most opened space in my room. As I began to open the box, I could see the confused look on Harry's face as he stood from the bed and knelt down beside me. Answering his thoughts, I began to speak.

"You're going to help me decorate my miniature Christmas tree." I smiled shyly, before bringing my eyes up to his. He laughed quietly, but his laugh was soon replaced by a pair of sparkling jade eyes.

"You want me to help you decorate your Christmas tree?" He asked softly, a smile spreading across his face. I nodded my head and suddenly felt warm lips pressed against mine. Before I could react, they were pulled away. My hands that were resting on top of the box were soon replaced by Harry's large ones, as he eagerly pulled the small tree out of it.

"I haven't done this in ages.." He mumbled quietly, a determined look spread across his face. He began to put the tree together and I simply found myself just staring at him. He had his bottom lip inbetween his teeth and both of his eyebrows were knitted together. His hands were moving fast and by the time I brought my attention back to the tree, it was all put together. I smiled and reached back into my closet for the small box of ornaments and sparkly silver string I had. I placed the box in front of me just as Harry was placing the tree in the centre of the open space. I pushed the box towards him and stood up, opening up my laptop that was sitting on my bed. I quickly opened up my iTunes and after a quick search, I began to play Michael Bublé's Christmas album. I smiled to myself and turned on my coloured fairy lights that hung along the ceiling of my room before kneeling back down beside Harry. Many ornaments were already being placed on the tree as I began to help. I found myself watching Harry from the corner of my eye, his perfect smile never leaving his lips. I reached over for the silver Christmas strings and gently tossed it on the tree, letting them hang down from the branches on their own. Once I tossed the last bit of the string on the tree, I quickly leaned forward and inserted the long cord into the outlet in the wall. I soon felt his warm arms wrap around my waist and pull me down onto his lap. He placed his chin on my shoulder and rested his head in the crook of my neck, both of our eyes staring at the beautifully lit Christmas tree.
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"I love you, Emma." He spoke quietly, tightening his grip around me. I turned my face to the side and let the huge grin take over my face. I knew I looked like an idiot, but at this moment I was just so happy. I gave him a quick soft kiss, before teasingly lingering my lips over his.

"I love you too, Harry."

I could feel his smile against my lips before he forcefully pushed his soft lips onto mine. Our lips began to move in sync, our mouths parting slightly to let each others tongues connect.

"So much.." He murmured against my lips, bringing his hands up to carefully cup my face. We must have been too distracted to hear the door open, because a familiar voice soon broke us apart.

"Ouu lala.." Audrey squealed, causing both of our heads to snap towards my door.

"Audrey.." I groaned, glaring at her.

"I know, I know, your door's closed for a reason." She giggled and stuck out her tongue. Just as her face disappeared behind the closed door, I heard a deep voice call out her name from the kitchen. The wrong kind of shivers ran down my back and when I looked over at Harry, his face was fixed in a hard glare. I cupped his face in my hands and reconnect my lips with his again. I slid my hand up his toned chest, and gently jabbed my finger against him.

"Only you." I whispered against his lips.

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