Isabelle’s P.O.V

I stared at my computer screen and my phone screen. He hadn’t called yet. He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t emailed. Maybe I’d just been stupid for getting my hopes up, and for sending that email. I stared at the clock.

It was eleven fifty four. In six minutes, the clock would make a chiming sound to signify midnight, and Christmas would be upon us. I sighed, staring back at my electronic screens.

“Belle?” Kate called, “I forgot to buy something at the store. I’ll go get it now, and I’ll be back for around a quarter after, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. Kate came out of the kitchen and pursed her lips. She walked up to me and lifted my chin.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “He’ll reply. If he doesn’t, he’s missed out on a great girl.”

I grinned half-heartedly at her, “Thanks Kate.”

She gave me a quick hug before heading out the door. I could hear the car pull out of the driveway and speed off down the road. I sighed and turned back to my phone, clicking it on and off.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I stood lazily and shuffled over, trying to put on a brave face. I opened the door, not caring who it was anymore.

“Hi—,” I stared up at the person behind the door and cut myself off. Harry was panting. He stood in the threshold, wearing Converse, jeans, and a jacket. His hair was messy and dishevelled, just the way I liked it. He stared down at me, his eyes dancing.

“Hi,” he breathed.

I stared up at him, knowing that I must’ve looked like a wreck. My hair was tied in a messy bun and I wasn’t wearing any makeup. I was barefoot, and my feet were cold against the tiles.

“You’re,” Harry said, studying my body, “You’re wearing my clothes.”

Oh, did I forget to mention that I was wearing a baggy Hipsta Plzzz t-shirt and ginormous Roots sweatpants?

I gnawed on my bottom lip, “Yeah,” I said, “Um…you came.”

Harry chuckled, looking bashful. “Uh…yeah.” I nodded, not knowing what to say. Harry looked up at me shyly, and then blurted, “Do you want to play twenty-one questions?”

I recoiled, a little surprised at how quickly things had turned. I shrugged, “Um, sure.”

I wanted to take his hand, but I was afraid that he would think that was too forward. We shuffled over to the couch in the living room awkwardly, our hands at our sides, as if we weren’t sure what to do with them. I sat on the sofa cross-legged and faced him as he fell beside me; his arm sprawled out over the top. I noticed his fingers dangerously close to my face.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and I giggled nervously, “What’s your favourite colour?” he asked, and I smiled. “Green.”

“Food?”

“Chocolate.”

“Animal?”

“Dolphins.”

“Alright, I see,” Harry scooted a little bit closer to me, and I could feel my face heat up. He grinned. “Okay, yes or no questions now, alright?”

I nodded silently, trying to steady and pace the rapid beats of my heart.

“Alright,” Harry cleared his throat again, and I smiled. He looked at me seriously, “Do you like me?”

I barked out a laugh, “I think my email pretty much explained all that.”

He rolled his eyes, “Only yes or no answers please.” I sighed dramatically and looked into his brilliant green eyes, “Yes,” I said firmly. He nodded, looking pleased with himself.

“Alright,” I said, “My turn.”

“I haven’t asked twenty-one questions yet!”

“I don’t care.”

He groaned and I grinned, but then he covered my mouth, “Fine,” he said, “But I have only one more thing to ask. And it’s not a yes or no question.”

I shrugged his hand off, still smiling, “Okay, shoot.” He shifted unsurely for a second, “How long have I known you for?”

“Um,” I stammered, caught off-guard with such a random question, “Three weeks?”

He nodded, “Yeah, three weeks. And I’m already crazy about you.” My brain literally fried right there. I felt like I could jump up and down.

“You—you are?” I asked, disbelievingly.

“Yeah,” Harry let out a breath, smiling sheepishly at me, “I am.”

“Really?” I whispered.

Harry laughed, “Why do you find that so hard to believe?” I shrugged, “I’m not used to people becoming ‘crazy’ about me…at all.”

Harry let out a breathy chuckle, “Well, get used to it.”

He took my face in his hands, leaning down, so that I could smell his cinnamon cologne. Our lips were only an inch apart. “Isabelle,” Harry said.

“Yeah?” it was hard to find my voice. Harry grinned at me.

“Isabelle, I like you,” he said, and at that moment, I felt as if I could die of happiness.

“I like you too,” I whispered. Harry looked like he was fighting internally with himself. He still didn’t look sure, and I laughed.

“Harry,” I said, “Harry, just kiss me.”

So he did. His lips were soft and gentle, and I was immediately captured. My hands found their way into his hair, where my fingers tangled in the curls. His hands slid down to my hips, where he held me gently. Everything was perfect.

Suddenly, the clock chimed. I broke away from the kiss and stared at it. Both hands were on twelve. It was midnight. I turned back to
Harry and stared up at him, smiling widely. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”

He grinned at me, “Merry Christmas Isabelle.”

Notes

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