Tiffany's and gift bags

-----Anna’s POV-----
I reached out my hand, pulling down on the handle of the front door, checking once more that it was locked before I headed up to bed. I took a deep breath in through my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of cinnamon cookies me and Emily had baked earlier. Baking, I was good at. A yawn escaped my mouth, my hand lifting to cover it before beginning the ascent up the stairs, my fluffy slipper boots causing me to trip after only a few steps. Laughing to myself and clambering back to my feet, I continued until I reached the top of the stairs, flipping the switch on the right hand wall. The house plunged into darkness, a dim light slightly visible from the living room, the Christmas tree lights. I smiled thinking about the next day, admittedly still getting excited for Christmas even though technically I’m an adult. I flung myself onto my bed, tangling my limbs into the soft sheets, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally, time for bed. I’d had an especially busy day getting everything ready for Christmas tomorrow. All the boys were going to be joining me and also Emily, so hopefully it would be a really fun day. I groaned, remembering that Emily and I had to cook the Christmas dinner tomorrow. Considering that neither of us could cook more than a slice of toast, this could possibly be disastrous. I closed my eyes, my mind filling with dreams of snow, turkey and presents, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.
-----Harry’s POV-----
I pulled up in front of Anna’s house, the engine falling silent as I removed the keys from the ignition. I peered up at the house through the car window, assessing whether she had gone to bed, assuming that she had as the lights were all turned out except for the lights on the Christmas tree. I glanced over at the clock on the dashboard. 1:28AM. She would definitely be in bed. I opened the car door and hopped out; trying to be as quiet as I possibly could and closing the door gently behind me. I walked around to the back, opening the boot and pulling out a large red sack filled with presents. Placing the sack on the floor and locking the car, I reached up to my face adjusting the white fluffy beard attached to my hat. I caught my reflection in the window, realising that I looked like a complete idiot in this Santa suit. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided I didn’t care how stupid I looked. If I was going to break into someone’s house in the middle of the night to deliver Christmas presents, I was going to do it the correct way; dressed like a fat old bearded man. Well technically I wasn’t breaking in as I had a key, which had been given to me by Emily to aid my plan. I chuckled to myself as I considered what I was doing before I picked up the sack and made my way to the front door. Slowly turning the key in the lock, I flinched at hearing the click, a sound normally unnoticeable, but now the loudest noise in the world. The door swung on its hinges, opening up to a dark hallway, a dim light glowing from underneath the living room door. I tiptoed into the hallway, softly closing the door behind me, stopping to glance up the stairs and listen out for any signs of movement. Once satisfied I had completed stage one of my mission, I ventured further into the house. I paused, a delicious smell invading my nose and luring me towards the kitchen. I entered the kitchen, dropping the sack of presents on the floor and beginning my search for the tantalising smell. My search didn’t last long as I soon found a large plate of cinnamon cookies. I quickly stuffed one into my mouth, savouring the taste. Cinnamon cookies are my favourite. I spun on my heels upon hearing a bang behind me, my hand catching a frying pan lying on the counter and knocking it to the floor with a deafening crash.
“Shit!” I held my breath, my heart stopping as I listened out for sounds of movement, looking around to find the source of the first bang. I rolled my eyes at the black cat sitting nonchalantly on the kitchen counter, looking very proud of herself.
“Jesus Christ Saffy” I muttered under my breath, “stop looking so smug… I’m talking to a cat”
I sighed, replacing the frying pan on the counter and creeping towards the kitchen door, pressing my ear against it to listen for any sound. Satisfied that my little accident hadn’t woken Anna, I picked up the sack of presents and made my way through the living room.
-----Anna’s POV-----
I jumped up, startled awake by a loud crash downstairs. I sighed, flopping back onto the bed.
“Saffy, that bloody cat” I muttered, assuming that the crash was just my cat causing havoc as usual.
A voice from down stairs caused me to jump up again. I sat as still as I possibly could, tilting my head towards the bedroom door, trying to better hear what was going on down stairs. That was definitely a voice, someone was in the house. I pulled the covers back, stepping out of the bed and inching my way forwards towards the door. Stepping out into the hallway, I peered over the banisters, unable to see any intruder. I reached the bottom of the stairs and froze, hearing a muttered voice coming from the living room. Suddenly realising I was a 5ft3, petite, not exactly strong young girl; I looked around for some sort of weapon. Seeing nothing but some shoes and a scarf I decided to look elsewhere, making my way to the kitchen. I glanced through the door into the dark kitchen, straining my eyes to see if the coast was clear. Ascertaining that all was clear, I stepped into the room, spotting Saffy perched on the counter, watching me intently. A small meow left her mouth as I walked towards her. Raising my finger to my mouth I signalled to her to keep quiet, before realising that I was signalling to a cat who most definitely didn’t understand or care about what I was doing. Spotting a frying pan beside her, I grabbed it, turning to face the door to the living room. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped up to the door, placing my hand against it ready to push it open. Taking a final deep breath in an out, I mustered up all the courage I possessed and threw the door open, charging into the room, frying pan held aloft ready to take out the intruder.
-----Harry’s POV-----
I dropped the sack of presents to the floor next to the tree, crouching down and reaching in to get the first present. I chuckled to myself, still finding what I was doing hilarious; hopefully Anna found it funny too. I smiled, thinking about her all cosy, tucked up in bed just above me, absolutely clueless. I’d just finished unloading the presents from the sack when I heard a meow coming from the kitchen. I put the last present under the tree and turned towards the door, listening out for another meow or any other noise. After a few moments I turned back, leaning down to pick up the sack and make my escape. Before I even had a chance to grab the bag on the floor, the door flung open behind me, a figure came crashing through wielding what looked like a frying pan? Luckily my reactions being quite fast, I managed to dodge the fast approaching frying pan that had been swung at my head and I grabbed the figure, both of us toppling back onto the coffee table, knocking a mug and a Christmas gift bag onto the floor.
“Anna! Stop! It’s me, Harry!” I yelled, realising that maybe I wasn’t as quiet as I’d thought.
“Harry?” she questioned, pulling my hat and beard from my face. She stared at me for a moment, collecting herself before smacking me on the arm.
“ouch!” I cried “stop hitting me!”
“Stop hitting you? What like this?!” she exclaimed, her hand coming into contact with my arm again, harder this time.
“Yes like that!” I flinched away from her touch, lifting myself from the coffee table and holding out a hand to help her up. Disregarding my offer of help, she stood, straightening her shirt which had fallen from one shoulder in the struggle. We held eye contact for a moment, silence filling the space between us. I waited for her to say something.
“What the hell?” she managed, raising her arms and releasing an exasperated sigh. “Harry you really scared me, I thought there was a murderer in the house!”
“I’m really sorry Anna, I didn’t mean to scare you I promise” I explained, feeling like a complete idiot now “I was trying to be cute and secretly deliver presents like Santa”. I sighed, looking down at my feet, unable to make eye contact. I did stupid things like this frequently but I feared I’d gone too far this time. My heart sunk as I thought about how I’d scared her, I didn’t want to. I never wanted her to feel scared and I definitely didn’t want it to be me who made her feel like that. I wanted to be the person who made her feel safe. I peeled my eyes away from the floor as I heard a light chuckle escape from her mouth. Looking up at her I let out a sigh of relief as I saw a smile lighting her face, her chuckle slowly increasing into a laugh.
“You are such an idiot Harry Styles” she laughed, “I almost hit you in the face with a frying pan!”
“Well I wouldn’t say almost…” I retorted, placing my hands on my hips and smiling at her “I think I did a pretty good job at dodging that”
She threw her head back in laughter, clearly finding my arrogance hilarious. I watched her laughing, unable to peel my eyes away from her smile. I loved it when she laughed, that smile lighting up her face, happiness shining in her blue eyes. I found a smile creeping onto my face, my heart fluttering a little at hearing that sound. The sound that always brightened my days; that brought back memories of the first time I met her at that house party, tickling her in my room after she’d teased me for not being able to dress myself and spending more time on my hair than her. I smiled at the memory, before joining in with the laughter.
-----Anna’s POV------
I picked up the mugs of tea, raising my foot to push the living room door open. I smiled to myself as I saw Harry sitting on the sofa, his Santa suit still adorning his body. I caught his eye as he smiled up at me, standing and reaching out to take a mug from my hand. Taking a seat on the sofa beside him, still laughing internally at what had just happened, I smiled, raising the mug to my lips and taking a quick sip of the tea. The warm drink passed through my mouth, warming my body. Placing the mug down onto the coffee table, I lifted my feet onto the sofa, curling them up into my body and turning to face Harry. I watched him as he lifted his mug, his lips forming into a pout and blowing at the hot liquid before taking a sip. I found myself staring at his lips for a little longer, the warm, soft, pink skin drawing me in. Wow I wanted to kiss him a lot. My gaze rose up to his eyes, green and sparkling in the soft light emanating from the Christmas tree, his long dark eyelashes fluttering softly as he blinked. My mind was so clouded with the thoughts of how beautiful, charming and funny he was and how much I wanted to kiss him, that I didn’t even notice he’d placed his mug down, and was now staring back at me.
“You know it’s rude to stare” he chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips.
My heart fluttered as my eyes made contact with his. It was like he was staring into my soul. I quickly diverted my eyes away, looking down at my hands, which I was nervously fiddling with. My heart fluttered as I heard a deep chuckle escape from his mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. It didn’t help matters when I felt his hand softly grip my chin, lifting my face and forcing my eyes to make contact with his.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed you know” he grinned, “I have this effect on all the ladies”
Still keeping hold of my face, he shot me a quick wink, causing my whole body to turn to jelly. I took all I had not to melt into a puddle on the floor right there. I blinked a few times, swallowing hard and forcing myself back into reality.
“Oh really?” I retorted, raiding my eyebrow “well I’m not ‘all the ladies’ I’m afraid Mr Styles”
He raised his eyebrow, smirking at my comment, clearly just as surprised as me that I’d actually managed to form a coherent sentence. I adjusted my posture, sitting up straight and re-establishing eye contact. I inwardly praised myself for managing to keep it together.
“Well no, you are definitely not” he replied, his voice low and dark, “but that doesn’t necessarily mean you can resist”
My heart flipped in my chest as his hand raised up to cup my cheek. I tried my best to ignore that little voice in my head telling me to kiss him, attempting to maintain my composure. My strength faltered as he moved in towards me, his other arm snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Oh who cared about composure that little voice was right I didn’t just want to kiss him I needed to. I needed to feel his soft lips against mine. I let my body relax, allowing him to pull my body against his. I closed my eyes, leaning forward, my lips making contact with his, sending shivers through my whole body. Our lips moved together perfectly, like they were made for each other. I melted into the kiss as his hand left my face and travelled to the back of my neck, and slowly down my back. I felt his grip on my body tighten as his lips pressed against mine. A small gasp escaped from my lips, momentarily halting the kiss as his strong arms pulled me up onto his lap. I smiled down at him, catching a quick glance of his gaze connected with my lips, before his lips came crashing back against mine. The kiss lasted a few more moments before our lips disconnected, my body staying close to his, our eyes refusing to break contact. I noticed his parted lips, swollen from our kiss, releasing ragged breaths. Realising I was still sat on Harry’s lap I suddenly felt flustered, clambering to the side and reclaim my seat beside him, his eyes on me the entire time.


-----Harry’s POV-----
We broke away from the kiss, my breathing ragged and heart pounding. I’d thought about kissing Anna quite a few times but the reality definitely surpassed my imagination. I looked up at her, her blue eyes glistening and her soft pink lips parted. Her long blonde hair was slightly tousled, I’m afraid that was my fault, but she still looked amazing. I was broken from my thoughts as her flustered appearance returned and she clambered off my lap. I turned to face her; concerned that she was regretting kissing me.
“Anna…” I spoke softly, “uh… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I just…”
My sentences trailed off into silence as I noticed a small smile form on her lips. I calmed a little, knowing she didn’t seem to be angry at me.
“Harry.” She responded, releasing a small giggle “Sweet heart you can do that whenever you like, in fact I actively encourage it”
My body relaxed and I smiled at the thought of kissing her, and of the thought of her wanting me to kiss her again. I felt her shuffle beside me, moving in closer and leaning against my chest. I lifted my arm wrapping it around her shoulders. I could definitely get used to this.
-----Anna’s POV-----
I smiled, leaning into Harry’s body, feeling his arm wrap around my shoulder. I could definitely get used to this. Just when I was feeling comfortable he removed his arm from my shoulder. I watched him curiously as he rose from his seat and made his way over to the Christmas tree. Picking up a red and green Christmas gift bag he made my way back towards me.
“I forgot to tell you, we knocked this off the table earlier” he chuckled handing me the bag, “I’ll give you three guesses who it’s for, and who it’s from”
He watched me, a smile playing at his lips as I dipped my hand into the gift bag.
“Oh my god” I laughed as I pulled out a shamrock print bra and pants set, “Is this for real?! Did he actually buy this for her!?”
“I don’t think he was supposed to leave it here” He replied, barely containing his laughter, “We are totally embarrassing him about this tomorrow”
“He must have left it here when he dropped the presents round yesterday” I reasoned, replacing the present back in its bag and handing it back to Harry. “He is the cutest thing ever”
He rose to his feet, placing the present back under the tree and returning to stand in front of me. I looked up at him, wondering why he wasn’t sitting down. His hand stretched out in front of me, gesturing for me to take it. Reaching up, I took hold of his hand and was pulled to my feet, stumbling forward into his body.
“Let’s go to bed” He smiled down at me, his smile soft and inviting.
With a firm grasp still on his hand, I turned towards the door, leading him out into the hallway before beginning my ascent up the stairs. My journey was called to a halt when I heard a cheeky voice from behind me.
“Anna” Harry called softly up at me, a cheeky smirk on his face. I looked back at him questioningly, awaiting his reply.
“Your bum looks nice in those pyjamas” he winked at me and I sighed, giggling and turning to continue up the stairs. I heard his soft laugh from behind me followed by the thud of his feet running up the stairs behind me.

CHRISTMAS MORNING
-----Harry’s POV-----
I blinked, letting my eyes accustom to the morning light, making out a figure above me.
“Harry, Harry, Harry” Anna giggled bouncing on the bed beside me “wake up sleep head it’s Christmas!”
I laughed, rolling over and grabbing her small body, pinning her underneath me.
“I wonder what Santa brought for you” I winked at her, tickling her sides gently, causing her to squirm underneath me. I removed myself from above her and rolled off the soft bed, trudging towards the bathroom.
“Harry?!” she questioned from behind me, “where are you going we need to open presents!”
“Well I need to pee okay!” I responded, laughing at her childish nature as she threw herself back into the bed, releasing an exasperated sigh.
“Well pee quickly!” she yelled after me as I closed the bathroom door behind me.
-----Anna’s POV-----
We’d decided to wait for everyone to arrive before opening the presents, and everyone had arrived, all except for Niall and Emily.
“Where the hell are they?” I groaned, my inner child wanting to rip the presents out of their wrapping.
“I’m sure they’ll be here in a minute dear” Louis responded, patting me on the head. I turned to face him frowning at his actions.
“I’m not a dog Lou” I mumbled as he laughed at me, reaching over to pat me on the head again.
Just as I was about to throw myself into a tickle war with Louis I heard the doorbell ring. Leaping to my feet I rushed to the door, flinging it open to reveal Niall and Emily; a slightly flustered looking Niall and Emily. Niall’s cheeks were flushed and his hair was slightly tousled, whilst Emily’s hair appeared to be in the same state, the strap from her pyjama top hanging low on her shoulder, her bra peeking out slightly. I raised my eyebrows at the couple standing in front of me.
“Well that explains the lateness” I mumbled, taking in their appearances.
A blush crept over Emily’s cheeks as she adjusted her top, fixed her hair and pushed past me walking into the living room. Niall struggled to contain his smile as he lowered his head and stepped through the door. I giggled, shutting the door behind them and returning to the living room.
“Right then” I announced, “Presents!”

We’d all opened our presents, some lovely gifts exchanged, including a beautiful silver Tiffany locket that Niall gave to Emily. It was adorable, her eyes lit up when he handed the gift to her. She threw herself at him and wouldn’t let him go. I was even more surprised when I received a beautiful gold Tiffany’s heart tag bracelet. I almost cried. It was quite a surprise seeing as I knew for a fact that was a VERY expensive bracelet and we weren’t even a couple. He told me that it showed how he’d felt about me for a long time, and that I was worth every penny. I swear that boy was going to be the death of me a heart attack was inevitable. Obviously there had been the usual exchange of socks between the boys and lots of chocolate. And then Harry decided it was time to bring up ‘the gift’.
“Oh hey Niall” Harry called across the room, reaching behind him to pick up the gift bag, “I think you left this here when you dropped the presents round the other day”
“Yeah I knocked it off the table last night and the gift fell out” I smirked, attempting to stifle my giggles, “but don’t worry, I put it back all nice and neat”
Niall’s face flushed bright crimson as he snatched the bag from Harry’s grip. I couldn’t contain it anymore and a roar of laughter escaped from my mouth, followed shortly by a loud laugh from Harry. Louis, Liam and Zayn looked between us and each other, confused looks adorning their faces. An equally puzzled look decorated Emily’s face as Niall shoved the gift bag behind him. He turned to whisper something in her ear, probably telling her he’d explain later. I finally managed to calm down, muffling my giggles into Harry’s chest.
The cooking hadn’t gone to bad, Emily and I had managed to cook a decent dinner, not that the quality mattered to the 5 boys who simply wanted to stuff their faces. I’d also managed to have a little chat with Emily about her and Niall’s lateness and flustered state to which she blushed and tried to change the subject.
Snow had begun to fall outside and everyone sat around, crowded onto the sofas in front of the fireplace, all engrossed in the TV which was playing Elf. I looked around the room, noticing the smiles on everyone’s faces, Liam and Zayn, shuffling to accommodate Louis who had draped himself across their laps. Niall and Emily, sitting quietly in the arm chair, Emily resting her head on Niall’s chest as he softly stroked her hair. I looked up at Harry who was sitting beside me, his arms around me, and smiled. He smiled back, noticing me looking and pulled his arms tighter around me. I couldn’t think of a better way that I could have spent Christmas.

Notes

so sorry this is so late after christmas i did start it before but then christmas happened and i lost all motivation, then i went back to college and lost even more motivation so i've only just finished it :')
please rate and comment to let me know what you think i love you lots :)

(this is for you anna i hope you enjoy)