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"Here I am baby
Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours"

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December 25th.

Christmas Part 1.

Waking up on Christmas with Harry makes a day that I've dreaded for years something to look forward to for once, I think that alone is a Christmas miracle in itself.

We didn't get out of bed until close to lunch time, just laid in bed cracking our usual terrible jokes with each other, most of them horrifically inappropriate Santa innuendos, but I wouldn't have waking up to today any other way.

I'm still not sure how I'm feeling about yesterday, things felt different when I woke up today, not in a bad way, I guess it was just that literal feeling people talk about when they say about starting a new chapter.

I feel incredibly lucky that I have Harry as a part of this new book in my life, the only thing I'd change would be that he was written in sooner.

When we got up, I made him avocado on toast, enjoying the small act of making something I know he loves and we sat and ate 'breakfast' together, listening to music and bopping in our seats like a couple of dorks.

I'm so excited about today, but I'm absolutely shitting myself. I've taken a lot of big monumental steps for myself in the last 24 hours, and what I'm doing today is another one of them.

I just hope he likes it.

I've noticed Harry is looking nervous as well, maybe we should take some shots, really get the Christmas 'spirit' going.

We decided to sit on the couch and watch Home Alone, as our 'festive' movie, and I laughed when Harry threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him with a wide grin and wiggling brows, saying "Merry Christmas ya'filthy animal"

I point out that was from Home Alone 2, to which he just gasped and said "Guess we just have to watch that after this then, what a shame"

I love this idiot.

We weren't doing anything traditional Christmas wise, but it was like making our own little tradition and I wouldn't have it any other way.

By the end of the movie I knew I needed to just bite the bullet, if I didn't give him his presents it was going to give me a nervous breakdown, I needed to rip it off just like a band-aid.

"I have some presents for you" I blurt out suddenly.

Harry looks down at me, just smiling warmly "You do? What a coincidence, I have some for you too"

My stomach flips, and I don't know why I feel so giddy.

I wasn't expecting a present from him, usually all I got from Dylan was the occasional grace of her 'presence', and to be honest, Harrys presence feels more like a present than that ever did.

I chew on my lip, shifting in my seat "Uhm, well, do you want to just get it over with then? I have one that we have to go downstairs to give you but...yeah, the others are up here"

Harry laughs at how uncomfortable I look "You don't have to look like you're about to get a lobotomy, not Christmas presents, it's fine - we don't have to make a big deal about it okay?"

"Thank god" I sigh in relief, I'm so glad he knows how awful I am with this sentimental shit.

There's only one problem, it is a big deal, and I don't think either of us will be able to avoid it.

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