in which...

...y/n is gemma's best friend and harry's got a thing for mistletoe kisses

In which Y/N is Gemma's best friend and Harry's got a thing for mistletoe kisses (Christmas special)

Harry's been chasing after her the whole night, convinced that at one point he will catch Y/N under the mistletoe. He's made a couple unsuccessful attempts so far, trying to get her to somehow go under the ones he's hanged onto every single door and window in the house; he got really close one time, bumped her hip with his own and made her stumble back a couple steps, but still didn't quite get her underneath it.

He's wanted to kiss her for so long, thought this might be his only chance. It's not like he couldn't have just tried to kiss her at any moment throughout the night, he wanted to have a good reason behind it. And what's a better reason than knowing there's no way you can back out from a kiss because an ugly plant hanging above your head says so?

"Mind helping me with the pie, Harry dear?" Anne calls to him and he puts his glass of eggnog down, heading towards the kitchen.

Just as he glances at the corner of the room, he sees Y/N leaning against the bathroom door, sipping on her juice as she moves from side to side to the melody. His eyes widen and he breaks into a sprint when he sees one of his mates getting really close to her, probably trying to spike up a conversation. Almost knocks both of them over as he pulls her away and into his arms, making her spill her drink all over his Christmas sweater.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" She shrieks and places both hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "What's gotten into you?"

"Well don't go sitting under mistletoes when I'm not around and maybe I won't have to do this." He catches his breath and shouts over his shoulder when he hears his name being called again. "Get Gemma, I'm busy!"

"What are you even talking about?" She frowns and looks down at his chest. "Oh God, now I ruined your sweater."

"No worries, pet, pretty sure I got plenty more." He shrugs and takes the glass from her hands, just in case she might spill it again.

"C'mon, I think I could get it out." She mutters and goes to grab for the door handle, but pulls back instantly. "Actually, you go in first, don't want you getting any kind of ideas."

He rolls his eyes but does as told, flicking the lights open and leaning against the sink, waiting for her to come in and close the door behind herself. She opens the tap and starts looking around for a washcloth. It's not like she hasn't been here before, her and Gemma hang out at their house almost every weekend, so she sure knows her way around.

"You're so silly, I swear." She shakes her head, squeezing the extra water out of the cloth and pointing towards the edge of the bathtub. "Sit."

Harry does as told, leaning back as she presses the wet cloth to his chest, trying to get the stain out. Harry parts his legs to make room for her to fit in between his thighs and once she does so by moving closer, he places both hands on her waist to keep her in place.

"Wouldn't call it silly," he shrugs, giving her hip a light squeeze, "optimistic sounds better."

"'Bout what?" She frowns, tugging at the neck of his sweater.

"Told you there's no way you're leaving tonight without a kiss." At that she pushes at his chest.

"See, that's just stupid," rolling her eyes, she takes a moment to look at him, "if you wanted to kiss me so badly you'd have done it by now."

"But now, what's the fun in that when there's so much mistletoe hung around the house?" He grins from ear to ear and places a hand on top of the one she has resting on his chest.