Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

57: Holiday Onesies and Plenty of Tissues

"Mum, why does mine have this weird patch opening on my ass when Mia's doesn't?" Harry whines, with a boyish pout on his lips, to his mother as he enters the living room.

He stands in the middle looking over his shoulder at his behind, staring down at the rectangular piece of fabric covering his bum, sewn in place with four buttons on each corner.

Gosh, his lips look so good in that little pout.

This morning Anne gifted all of us our own holiday onesie. I thought it meant we had to have a gift ready to give everyone for Christmas Eve thus sending me into a mini panic attack. I struggled to buy everyone a Christmas gift, I wasn't prepared for pre-Christmas gifts.

Luckily for me, she told me it was just a little Styles/Twist tradition that they had been doing for a few years.

Christmas Eve is spent in holiday onesies.

Gemma and I got cute elf onesies, Robin and Anne got matching red and white Mr. and Mrs. Clause ones, and Harry and Gemma's boyfriend with the reindeer ones.

Yes, with a hood with reindeer antlers on them.

I couldn't love it more. Everyone looks equally as cute as they look goofy and we all seem to be enjoying it.

Well apart from Harry.

He's a bit miffed with how he is styled and I can't help but giggle at him.

Of course, there is no shock there, Mr. Gucci isn't fully in love with his Christmas onesie.

I know he is playing up his whole drama queen act but it's terribly funny to watch.

I should ask his stylist to ask Gucci if they make onesies. It's an insane notion of course but I'm sure if anyone could persuade Gucci to make some custom onesies it would be Harry.

"Seriously mum, it's like my ass is on display."

Like he doesn't love that.

Afterall he spent most of his One Direction years in painted on skinny jeans.

A Christmas onesie shouldn't be any trouble.

This might be an absurd conversation my man is embarking on but at least it gives me the freedom to blatantly stare at his behind. Even in a onesie it still looks tight, his thighs bulging against the fabric.

They look so round and juicy. I can't wait for them to be pressed up against mine when we lay in bed tonight and maybe he could–

"Harry please," Anne chuckles, trying to scold her son for his language.

"Fine," he playfully rolls his eyes. "Why does mine have a patch on my bum and Mia's doesn't?"

I giggle as he asks the question again, plopping down on the couch next to me.

"It's simple dear, I like Mia more."

"Mum!? I'm your son."

I burst out into laughter as Harry sits back, crosses his arms over his chest and pouts at me only causing me to stick my tongue out at him.

His lips look so delicious, pink and plump.

He can't be sitting like that anymore... it's doing things to me.

Goodness, I wish I was one of those girls who could just lean in and kiss him but with his family around I still get that nervous gurgle in my gut when I think about that kind of closeness.

As of yesterday, we do know we love each other so I shouldn't feel this nervous. I don't plan on going anywhere so I'm going to have to get comfortable with it because heaven knows I can't go every holiday not being with him in some way.