The car ride back to my house was filled with Harry's quiet humming. His voice was incredibly beautiful, and although he was unaware that he was going along with the music, it reminded me of the day that he sung to me. I remember how each word that came out of his mouth was filled with so much emotion. Looking back at it now, I realize that I knew nothing about him at the time, I had no idea why his words were filled with such pain. Sitting here in the car with him now, listening to him unknowingly hum along to the radio, with his hand resting on my thigh, shows me how much I have truly grown with him. Yes, we have our days where we constantly fight, but we have worked through those times and we have continued to learn more about each other every single day. Harry was never used to opening up to people, and I was never used to getting attached, but we've both put our differences aside and have become firsts of many things for each other. I smile at the memory of that day, because it was the same day that I had let him take my virginity. It was only the second day of knowing him, but I wouldn't take it back for anything. He was so gentle and caring towards me, after knowing me for such a short amount of time. I was sure I was just another one of his girls, and I was proven right after he had stopped talking to me, but in the end we learnt that we just had trouble communicating. Harry's unfamiliar feelings had scared him away, and I had gotten too attached, too quickly. I gently place my hand over his, watching the snow fall from outside the window. It's crazy how fast time really does fly. Tomorrow is Christmas, and the New Year is just around the corner. I smile at the thought that it has already been 3 months since Harry and I have first started dating.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His raspy voice spoke from beside me.

I smiled, turning my head to look over at him. "Mm, just thinking about you. About us."

A small smile formed on his plump lips, his eyes focusing on the road ahead as he turned onto my street. "Good things, I hope?"

"Of course." I rested my head against the car seat, watching him concentrate on driving through the snow. I smiled, letting my eyes roam over his face. He was perfect really, and he didn't even have the slightest clue. Almost everywhere we go, girls would stare at him from afar, but it's almost as if he doesn't even notice them. His attention is always focused on me, making me feel incredibly special. A shy smile played along his lips, and I knew he had caught me staring. I gently squeezed his hand before sitting up, watching the car pull into the driveway. His warm hand left my thigh as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I opened up the car door and stepped outside into the cold air, making my way towards my front steps. The only sound was the snow crunching beneath my shoes, making me wonder why Harry was taking so long. The second I turned around, a cold snowball was thrown directly at my face.

"Oh fuck!" Harry yelled, half laughing as he ran up to me. "I didn't mean to aim for your face, but fuck.." He threw his head back in laughter, his hands clapping together in front of him. "You look hilarious!" He breathed out between chuckles. As cold and annoyed as I am, the sound of his laughter warmed my body. I laughed along with him, his big hands brushing the now melted snow off of my face.

"You asshole." I smiled, his cold hands cupping each side of my face. He chuckled quietly, pressing small kisses all over my face.

"I'm sorry." He grinned, before closing the small space between our faces. His cold lips moved slowly against mine, his tongue running along my lower lip. I smiled into the kiss, slightly parting my lips, allowing his tongue to massage my own. I brought my hands up to his chest, pushing him back until his body hit the car. I felt him smirk against my lips, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer into him. I slowly trailed my fingers down his body, resting my hand on the top of his jeans. I watched as his breathing began to pick up, my lips moving along his neck, until they were resting just below his earlobe.

"Close your eyes." I whispered, feeling his hips buck into my hand, desperate for attention. He nodded his head frantically, before squeezing his eyes shut. He leaned his head back against the car door, his brows furrowed together. I smiled to myself as I quietly bent down, picking up a pile of snow with my opposite hand before standing back up. I placed one last kiss on his cold lips before dropping the snow down onto his head. His eyes shot open in surprise, his lips parting as a long string of curse words left his mouth.

"Fucking hell!" He mumbled, running his hands through his hair, trying to get the snow out. "Fuck, that's cold as fuck... Fuck!" He yelled, jogging up my front steps.

I was trying to control my laughter as I walked up behind him. His teeth were chattering together, his glare turning into a small smile. I retrieved my keys out of my pocket and quickly unlocked the front door, letting the freezing boy step inside before me. Giggles continued to escape from my lips as I hung up my wet jacket and kicked off my docs. Harry's jacket was sprawled out across the floor, and I watched as his lean body walked into my kitchen, his hands continuously rubbing together. I smiled and followed behind him before settling myself onto one of the island stools.

"You're evil, and you're a tease." He muttered over and over, while filling the kettle up with warm water. He set it back down onto the counter and flicked it on before turning his body towards me. His arms rested against the table, his body hunched over and his green eyes staring into mine. I smiled innocently, sliding my hands across the island to grip onto his toned arms.

"It's only fair." I shrugged, running one of my hands up into his wet curls, pushing them back from his forehead. He frowned, standing tall and glancing down at his crotch before receiving two mugs from the cabinet.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this?" He emphasized his last word, his lips sculpted into that same stupid smirk. I watched as he filled each mug with two spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix, before filling each with the steaming water. He stirred each mug before looking up at me with a questionable look on his face. "Well?"

I shrugged and grabbed one of the mugs before standing up from my stood. "Fix it yourself, Styles." I smirked when I watched his jaw drop. I blew him a kiss and turned around, making my way towards the living room. I set my steaming mug down onto a coaster before picking out my favourite Christmas film, The Holiday. I slid the DVD into the player and settled back down on the couch. I couldn't believe it was already almost Christmas, only a few more hours to go. I heard shuffling come from beside me and soon felt the couch dip. I smiled and brought my knees up to my chest before wrapping a big blanket over the both of us. I felt my brows furrow together as I watched Harry toss the blanket off of his lap.

"What are you..." My words trailed off as I watched him rub small circles against himself. "Harry," I felt my throat go dry, as I found myself struggling to take my eyes off of his lap. "What are you doing?"

His eyes were focused on the screen ahead, a devilish smirk set on his pink plump lips. "You said to fix it myself, so I am." The only light in the room was coming from the television, illuminating his features perfectly. I swallowed back the lump in my throat as I watched his long fingers unbuckle and unzip his incredibly tight jeans.

"Harry, stop.." I whispered, watching his every move. I was quickly losing interest in my favourite movie, but I knew my mother was just upstairs. "My mom..."

He reached over for my small hand, stretching it so that it was now resting on his lap. He shrugged his jeans down the slightest bit, his boxers coming to view as he pulled the material of his jeans further apart. I quickly moved my eyes away from his lap and forced myself to focus on the screen ahead. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face as he slowly began to move my hand over his clothed erection. I could feel how hard he was beneath my fingers, causing me to clamp my legs shut. I watched his smirk grow from the corner of my eye, his eyes now focused on the thin blanket that was covering my squeezed thighs. My hand was briefly pushed away, only to be pulled back seconds later. I gasped when felt that I was now cupping his exposed length, his boxer briefs pushed down, joining his jeans.

"Harry, this is my favourite movie.." I whined, trying to focus on Cameron Diaz and Jude Law. His teeth nibbled my earlobe, his warm breath sending goosebumps all over my skin.

"Now every time you watch your favourite movie, you can remember giving your boyfriend a hand job to it." He smirked against my neck, my right hand involuntarily pumping him.

"I hate you." I mumbled, keeping my eyes locked on the screen as my fingers tightened around his length. I circled my thumb along his tip, causing a low moan to rumble against my ear. I clamped my thighs tighter together, watching his hand disappear underneath the blanket. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hand slide in between my thighs. I shook my head, clamping my thighs tighter together.

"Come on, open up." He whined, his voice coming out slightly strained. I felt my cheeks begin to heat as I spread my legs open, his hand quickly slipping into the front of my jeans. I bit down onto my lip and felt my hand freeze once I felt his fingers run along my slit.

"So wet," He mumbled against my neck, before pressing small circles against my sensitive nub. "So warm.." His voice muffled against my skin as he began to suck on my neck, sliding one slim finger inside of me. A quiet moan escaped my lips, my hand fumbling against his hard length as I began to pump him again. A second finger was added, causing me throw my head back against the couch in pleasure. My mouth hung open, a silent moan filling the room. I began to pick up my pace, my hand tightening around him as my movements quickened. Another groan came from the back of his throat, his teeth biting into my skin.

"I'm close, baby." He whispered, his warm breath and fast fingers sending chills all over my body. "Don't tease me ever again." His voice came out a harsh, low grumble.

His long fingers hit deep inside of me, the familiar burning in the pit of my stomach returning. I began to continuously circle his tip with my thumb, knowing it drove him crazy. He rolled his head off of my shoulder, his eyes closing as his head hit the couch. I felt him twitch, his warm liquid coating my hand as I released his softening length, bringing my fingers up to my mouth. He paused and took a deep breath before repositioning his body, his fingers pumping in and out of me at an incredibly fast pace, his thumb applying more pressure onto my clit.

"H..Harry..." I gasped, his eyes reflecting off of the television screen, turning them into a light shade of green. He stared into my eyes, everything suddenly becoming more intense. The second he felt my walls clench around his fingers, he crashed his mouth onto mine, muffling my moans in the kiss. His lips moved gently against mine, but I couldn't respond. The amount of pleasure running through my body was making it hard to function. I watched as is fingers slip out of my now stretched jeans, and slide between his soft parted lips. I feel my cheeks began to heat up, embarrassed at what had just happened. I yanked the blanket back over my body, looking down at my knotted fingers. My chin was tilted up before both of his toned arms escaped underneath the blanket to wrap around my body, snuggling me in closer to him.

"We can restart this film, as long as you promise me that we can watch Love Actually next." I nodded my head, watching the smile spread across his beautiful face. He reached over for the remote, rewinding the movie until we were at the very start. I watched as he placed the remote down and grabbed our warm, full mugs from the table, before handing me mine. He smiled down at me adoringly, before bringing the mug to his lips.

"Only a few more hours until Christmas, my love." He smiled, his thick accent sending chills down my spine. "I'm so thankful to have you." He whispered, placing a small kiss against my forehead before bringing his attention over to the film.

Notes

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