"Are you seriously that cold already? You've been in England for seven months," he chuckled.
"Yeah but I spent 19 years in California. Leave me alone. I apparently don't adapt well," I said trying to warm myself up. He just laughed at my response and grabbed my shoulders pulling me to him then wrapping his muscular arms around my body. He rubbed his hands up and down my back and I wrapped my arms around him as well.
"You're so warm," I mumbled relaxing into his body.
"You're so cold," he said.
I laughed in response and snuggled into his body further. Eventually he stopped trying to warm me up and it just turned into a hug. He placed his chin on my head and just held me and I did the same. I breathed him in. I literally have never felt so content in my life.
"They're going to be wondering where we're at," I said finally.
"Let them wonder," he replied unmoving.
"We have the ornaments and they won't decorate the tree without us," I said trying to pull back but he held me tighter.
"No," he whined.
"Don't be such a baby," I teased finally getting out of his grip.
"But you make me wanna be loved," he whined even further.
I almost froze at his words, but realized he meant them very loosely. Not like actual love, like as in cuddling and things and relaxed again.
"Well, the loving can wait," I said giving him a look.
"Fine," he said grabbing the box of ornaments and heading to the living room area of the cabin. I rolled my eyes at how childish he was, but cute at the same time. Who is this Harry? This is not the guy who wanted to forget about our little moment thirty minuets ago. I was perfectly okay with that. I knew Harry was going to have his moments. He's been through too much not to. But if he could only stay like this for the most part, be the him that I really love, our relationship wouldn't go through so much total and complete bullshit. Whatever the hell our relationship even was. What do you call something like us? A friendship with potential? Yeah I guess. I liked that. A friendship with potential.
I nodded to myself approving the term before following after Harry.
"So, lets get started," Anne says excitedly clapping her hands and I can't help but wish I was always as cheerful as her. I grin and sort of stand there. I wasn't really sure what to do. I mean, I don't want to intrude on like, family stuff.
"Come on, Harper," Anne grins and gestures me over wildly.
Half way through decorating, we're all having a great time. All of a sudden I feel a presence behind me and a chin on my shoulder. I glance to the side even though I already know who it is.
"This is fun," he says.
"Yeah," I say smiling softly and he wraps an arm around my waist in a short hug obviously not caring that his family could plainly see. He placed a small kiss on my shoulder as I handed him an ornament to hang up on an empty branch I couldn't reach. He simply reached above me and placed it there with ease. I turned to look at him.
"You are so ridiculously tall," I said shaking my head.
"You wouldn't have me any other way," Harry replied.
"Nope," I sighed. He smiled and went over to the box again Anne, Gemma, and Robin all averted their eyes once Harry and I were paying attention. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile. I really do wish I had a family like this. I want a nosy family and to be able to have a mom that would tease Harry like Anne does me. I really do wish that.
Eventually the tree is finished and we all stand back and look at our handy work. The sky had blackened outside, so we plugged in the lights and lit up the house. The living room looked absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't believe how good it looked.
"Harper, you did a great job with those lights," Gemma compliments. I smile in a thanks and admire the room some more.
"It's so beautiful," I whispered.
"Yeah," Harry whispered back, but when I looked over at him he wasn't looking at the lights. He was looking at me. Our eyes locked and something about right now felt so...perfect. I could stay here forever with him. Our relationships like this, these beautiful lights all around us, a loving family. Forever.
"I'm going to go make dinner. It's getting pretty late," Anne speaks up finally.
Harry turns to her.
"No. We'll do it," he offers a warm smile and she raises her eyebrows at me as if to ask if that's ok. I smile and nod.
"You're family is so nice," I tell Harry once we had all dispersed into separate directions.
"Yeah, they're pretty great," he admits.
"I really wish I had a family like this," I confess. We're standing in the door way of the kitchen now and he stops me.
"Well, I may not be that great, but I'm always here for you Buttercup. Always," he tells me seriously. I literally swoon at the nickname.
"Thanks Haz. You're all I need really," I admit looking away from him. He pulls me closer and takes my face in his hands forcing me to look at him.
"You know what I love about Christmas?" he asks randomly.
"What?" I ask.
He points upward his eyes never leaving my face. I glance up and get what he's saying.
"Mistletoe," he states a small smirk playing lightly on his lips. His lips.
"I guess this means you have to kiss me," I sigh like it's a chore.
"I guess so," he sighs playing along, but soon smiles after and so do I. He leans down taking his time and I lean my head up. Our lips meet and I internally explode. My insides feel like they are alive and jumping. My skin tingles and I feel perfectly content. His lips move against mine in the most perfect way. His hands slide into my hair again and I wrap my arms around his waist pulling him closer. He smiles into the kiss and it deepens even farther. His tounge sliding across my bottom lip and I immediately open. I couldn't help it. Eventually I have to pull away, because I know we're suppose to be making dinner.
"We have to cook," I tell him.
"Let them starve," he suggests.
I laugh at his ridiculous solution.
"You're crazy," I tell him softly.
"Crazy for you," he replies matching my tone. His face holds nothing but seriousness but I chuckle anyway.
"You're so cheesy," I try to pull away from him, but he pulls me back. He doesn't even answer me, he just kisses me again. This one is shorter and sweeter.
"We really do have to make dinner," I tell him once he pulls away.
"I know what I could have for dessert," Harry says slyly. I slap his arm and can't help but laugh.
"Pervert," I mumble walking away a smile on my face.
Chapter 19
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