Liam: "Christmas!" Liam burst through the door of your flat, screaming like a five year old, obviously giddy with excitement. "Excuse me?" You stuck your head out of the kitchen, and pointed to your plate. "I'm literally eating Thanksgiving leftovers right now," you smiled, "You want to start decorating?" Liam held up massive shopping bags he had with him. "I've already got all of the stuff!" He beamed, and you put your plate down, wiping your hands on a napkin and going out, helping Liam unwrap all of the bags. You put up the tree, wrapped the entire place in garland and lights, and a few hours later, the entire place was a Christmas wonderland. "I love it!" Liam smiled, kissing your forehead, putting on a Christmas CD and dancing quietly with you around the flat. "Merry Christmas, [Y/N]."
Niall: "Get a real tree, they said," Niall groaned, under a live fir tree trying to fix the tree stand, "It's fun and authentic, they said. It's a tradition, they said." "Hey!" You giggled from the couch, "I said all those things, and I still stand my ground! It smells nice." Niall chuckled, rolling out from under the tree. "Whatever makes you happy," he winked. You both set about to putting up all of the ornaments, and you were giddy when it was all done. "I'll get some cocoa," you smiled, kissing Niall and going into the kitchen. When you came back, Niall was standing by the tree, "Hey, Princess," he waved you over, "Can you help me? I don't know where this one goes." You went over to Niall, and he dropped to one knee, pulling out a diamond ring on a little string. "Where does this one go?" You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth. "Will you marry me, [Y/N]?"
Louis: "Louis? Tommy?" You called out, entering your flat carrying the week's worth of groceries. "Where are my boys?" "In here, babe!" You heard your husband's voice call out from the living room. You went in there to find both of them completely covered in tinsel, your three year old playing with a nativity Joseph and your husband holding up a strand of tangled lights. "What a cute little Christmas disaster," you chuckled. You grabbed the Joseph from Tommy, replacing it with one of his actual toys and grabbed the lights from Louis. "How about you put the groceries away and let me do the decorating?" Louis smiled and kissed you, "That's why you run the place." "You got that right!" You giggled, and Louis kissed you. "Love you!" He sing-songed as he carried Tommy off to the kitchen.
Zayn: "So... where does all of this stuff go?" Zayn looked at the copious number of boxes you had pulled out of storage all labeled 'Christmas'. "Ah," you nodded, forgetting that Zayn usually didn't decorate for Christmas, "Anywhere, really! Just wherever you want to put the lights, and the tinsel, and the garland, and the tree! Oh, we need a tree...," you started talking to yourself and moving around all of the boxes. Zayn chuckled, thumbing through the boxes and pulling all of the stuff out. He played nice for a few hours, doing whatever you told him to, hanging everything where you told him to. "It looks beautiful," he smiled, nodding to all of your decorations. "Thank you," you smiled, kissing him.
Harry: "I really can't stay...," you hummed to yourself, before sighing deeply and sitting down on the couch. It was your first Christmas with Harry, but they were doing a Jingle Ball performance in New York, and you would be spending Christmas alone. Harry had instructed you to start decorating on your own, that you still had to do it. You protested, not wanting an apartment full of Christmas decorations to make you feel more alone. However, you did what he asked, even managing to get a tree up by yourself. Finally, you had sunk back on the couch, humming the duet to 'Baby It's Cold Outside' by yourself. "I really can't stay..." "But, baby, it's cold outside..." The deep, Cheshire singing voice filling your flat. "HARRY?" You squeaked, hurdling over the couch and running to him, nearly tackling him in the entryway. "You know," he murmured into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you, "It's really a pity you would have to sing that duet alone."
