Infamous (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

57: A Christmas Eve to Remember

(A/N: It's Christmas Eve in Hia world and he's debuting his album tot he Styles/Twist fam, long-haired Harry wearing a Santa hat is required. Enjoy.)

(Irresistible Ch: 57 Christmas Onesies and Plenty of Tissues)

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

This is how I want to wake up this morning and every morning. With Mia completely on top of me, her breath softly flowing over my chest and her hair cascading over my shoulder with her hand resting on my heart.

Each proclamation of love comes through as a whisper, sinking into her hair and hopefully hitting some subconscious point in her brain that's already awake.

"Very pleased I get to say that out loud," I admit with a kiss in her forehead.

"Could have said it sooner," Mia groans, trying to roll off me but with her half-asleep state, she doesn't get very far. "Waiting for me to say to first, my goodness Harry."

She sassing me?

I sit up as much as I can, pushing her hair out of her face and seeing a very proud looking smirk on her lips."I love you," Mia mumbles before giving me a kiss on the one place she can reach without even moving. "Now let me sleep."

"Can't, I'm too happy."

With a firm grip around her, I squeeze, pressing her hair with kisses to the rhythm of my pounding heart.

Last night was a dream, it must have been because I've never felt this good with anyone else. My sweet and timid girl said she loved me and I'm only the honored git who gets to accept her affection.

"I love you, Mia," I say once again but no matter how many times I say it I doubt it will ever feel like enough. She's here in my house, the place I feel most comfortable and hold so close to my heart and she loves me.

Best Christmas Eve ever.

"What," she asks, peeking up at me, her eyes still hooded and full of sleep.

"I said," I start low and quiet, dragging my fingers up her spine until they reach her soft hair. "Best Christmas Eve Ever."

"Oh my god," she shrieks, bolting upright so she's straddling my waist and holding her weight up with her hands on my chest. "It's Christmas Eve."

"Oh, nothing gets by you, my love."

With a scowl on her face, she swipes my hand away that I had been crawling up her waist before opening her perfect mouth once more. "No Harry, you're the one who doesn't seem to understand. It's Christmas Eve."

Each word is slow and clear, her eyes relaying the seriousness she suddenly wants to portray. "Christmas Eve Harry, it's Christmas Eve."

Oh, wonderful now she's shaking on to of me.

I grunt and hold her still by the hips. I was already up and standing at attention when Mia was asleep but now that she's moving... I have restraint but this is too much friction. "Mia you can't keep doing that," I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to settle the intense excitement that pumping right through me and taking a direct line to my dick.

"Oh god," her eyes go wide as they always do when she's found herself in a compromising situation. "Sorry, I'll–"

"No, I like you there, just don't thrust your hips."

"I was not thrusting anything," she argues. "And it's Christmas Eve Harry! Get with it," she taps my forehead a few times. "It's Christmas Eve, aka. The day you finally let me listen to the rest of your album."