As Zayn Malik slowly plodded down the stairs of Harry Styles house, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard the sound of his sisters singing along with the TV. Zayn walked into the living room and immediately smiled. Safaa was stood up, looking up at the big TV as she tried to mimic the dance moves and the lyrics of the good old Christmas classics playing from it. Zayn chuckled as he leant against the doorframe and saw Harry sat on the sofa, watching Safaa with a wide smile while Waliyha sat on his lap, cuddled into his skinny torso as she sat on his Macbook. Harry looked up and saw Zayn stood there and gave a bright smile, and Zayn returned it. If his stomach hadn’t grumbled at that moment, he would have walked in and joined in with the little family Christmas.
“Microwave.” Harry mouthed over to Zayn, and Zayn immediately smiled in excitement. Harry had saved him some food again, which made him practically skip to the kitchen. Zayn absolutely loved Harry’s food. Zayn walked over to the microwave and let out a cheer of delight when he saw the three tacos stacked on a plate in there. He took it out excitedly, again, he absolutely loved Harry’s tacos, before he went to go and join everyone in the living room.
“Zayn, you lazy fart.” Safaa greeted him, and Zayn looked at her unimpressed. His sisters, he absolutely loved them but they had the attitude of a Kardashian. They were such divas already.
“Excuse me?” Zayn asked sternly, and she immediately ran up to him and crawled onto the arm of the armchair that he was sat on.
“Hi Zaynie! Why were you asleep so long?” Safaa asked again, and he quickly tickled her tiny ribs and sent her a grin.
“Because looking after you is hard work, that’s why.” Zayn told her, trying to hide the teasing smile on his face. She shrugged and climbed off the sofa once again and plonked on the carpet, her brown eyes looking back at the TV.
“We aren’t that much hard work, are we Harry?” Waliyha then piped up, looking up from his Macbook. In an effort to tease her, Harry let his head fall to one side and he closed his eyes.
“I’m not surprised he’s fall asleep if he’s had your big mouth talking to him all night.” Safaa burst out, which made Harry smirk and then burst out laughing, and Zayn hide to stop himself from laughing before he started to eat.
“You’re the one with the big gob, just because I’m Harry’s favourite, right Harry?” Waliyha smiled, looking up to him and fluttering her eyelashes. Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“I love you both as much as the other…and lots, at that, now I’m sure if you guys keep arguing then Santa won’t come…” Harry told them both with a wide smile, and Waliyha smiled widely in excitement, although Safaa dropped to the floor and rolled onto her tummy.
“Presents!” She yelled as if she was some sort of angry American footballer, which made Harry and Zayn burst out laughing again.
“You guys written your letters yet? You’ll have to go to bed in an hour or so, you better crack on with them.” Zayn told them, inbetween stuffing taco into his mouth.
Every Christmas Eve he would sit up with the girls and help them write letters to Santa, they would get so excited about Santa and Christmas, and it was the best part of the year for Zayn, because he loved seeing his sisters so happy and excited about something, it made him forget everything bad that went on around them and focus on just them. He also loved placing all of the presents under the tree once he made sure that they were both fast asleep, and their little faces when they’d wake him up in the morning at God knows what time and open their presents with him really was the best morning of the year. A smile grew on Zayn’s face when he realised that tomorrow morning they would be spending that morning with Harry.
“Ooo I need to write to Santa! I need to make sure he knows I want a big, pink limo.” Safaa quickly gasped, which made Harry laugh even more.
“Write, we’re all going to need paper and some pens, then!” Harry said excitedly, and Zayn couldn’t help but smile as he watched Harry stand up, bringing Waliyha up with him, with Waliyha holding the Macbook in her hands strongly. She let out a laugh as they both disappeared, before re-entering a few moments later, Harry holding a bunch of paper and a small blue pencil case in his hands. Zayn had finished off the tacos, and now being excited to write a letter to ‘Santa’, he went and put his plate into the kitchen. When he got back to the living room, he saw Harry and Waliyha look up at him quickly, before Harry whispered ‘we’ll sort it out later’ to her, which made Zayn curious.
“Right, let’s get writing.” Zayn chuckled, before the four of them all sat on the floor and laughed and chatted as they wrote out their letters.
A little while later, they had all finished their letter, and had placed them on the mantle place next to a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. There were four letters on the mantle, and Zayn couldn’t help but give a little laugh at them all. Safaa had asked for a pink limo, and had even drawn one out. Waliyha had drawn a million and one cats and kittens on her letter, before asking Santa for a cat in her best handwriting. Harry had asked for a black range rover in his letter, which had made Zayn laugh. There seemed to be some sort of car theme this year, so he broke away from that, and asked ‘Santa’ for a new varsity jacket and a pair of supras. He knew he wouldn’t get them though; he was going to have to stick to his old, worn ones.
Safaa gave another yawn as she laid out curled up in Zayn’s arms. He looked down at her with a smirk.
“Tired yet?” He asked her, this being another Christmas tradition. He would keep asking the girls if they were tired, and even though they would be getting tired, they’d lie and say they weren’t.
“Nope!” Safaa said loudly, popping the ‘p’. But, she was washed and ready for bed in her pink onsie, cuddled up to Zayn’s body with tired eyes, and he knew she wouldn’t last very long. Waliyha was just about ready for bed too, although she probably wasn’t as tired as Safaa was since she was older.
“Well, you’re going to bed in ten minutes anyway, so you better start getting tired, squirt.” Zayn chuckled, bringing her tiny body closer to his and cradling her like a baby. She was his baby really, his big, gobby little baby. He looked to Harry who was next to him, staring at him with those sparkly green eyes. Zayn smiled back and Harry blushed and looked away now he had been caught. Waliyha was cuddled up to Harry as they watched the end of a Christmas film that the girls’ had wanted to watch. Soon, the girls would be in bed, and Zayn could just snuggle up to Harry all evening. He couldn’t wait. He felt Harry’s hand secretly slip into his, and they held hands for the last remaining minutes of the film.
Eventually the film ended, and Safaa gave a groan when Zayn told the girls that it was ten o’clock, and their bedtime.
“But Zayn!” Safaa moaned, and Zayn chuckled and shook his head.
“Don’t even start the buts, Santa won’t come if you aren’t fast asleep and tucked up in your bed, will he?” Zayn chuckled, before he stood up from the sofa, his youngest sister still in his arms. Safaa rolled her eyes and sighed, folding her arms as Zayn carried her up the stairs like a baby. She wouldn’t be his baby soon enough, once the other baby arrived and would be Zayn’s next big responsibility. He couldn’t help but admit how much he was dreading it.
“He might!” Safaa tried to argue and Zayn shook his head.
“Nope, he dropped me a text and specifically said ‘make sure Safaa and Waliyha are fast asleep, I want my favourite girls to get some rest!’” Zayn replied as he walked into Harry’s spare bedroom, switching the light on as he did so.
“Zayn, you don’t really have Santa’s number. He doesn’t have a phone, he communicates through letters and reindeer. You’re so 2012, Zayn.” Safaa sighed with a cheeky smile, and in revenge Zayn threw her onto the bed. She squealed and landed in the middle of the duvets and cushions.
“Oops.” Zayn smiled down at her deviously, before the sound of Waliyha and Harry coming up the stairs filled their ears.
“What’s going on up here, then?” Harry chuckled as Waliyha crawled onto the bed, pushing Safaa out of the middle of the bed and calling her big bum again. Zayn chuckled and drew the duvet back so the two girls could get tucked in.
“Just discussing whether Santa has a phone or not.” Zayn replied, and Harry immediately smiled and agreed.
“Of course Santa has a phone, how else did I text him and ask for my TV?” Harry chuckled, before pulling the duvet up around Waliyha as the two boys tucked the girls’ into the large double bed. Waliyha and Safaa giggled, before Zayn placed a kiss on the top of each of their heads.
“Night girls, make sure you get some sleep, remember, Santa won’t come if you sit up all night.” Zayn told his two sisters, looking down at them with a loving smile.
“Night Zayn, Night Harry!” The two girls chorused at the same time, and Harry gave them both a big kiss on their cheeks which caused them to giggle before the boys wished them a final goodnight before leaving the room, switching off the lights and closing their door.
“They get more adorable everyday.” Harry whispered, folding his hand into Zayn’s as they walked down the stairs.
“They get more sassy everyday.” Zayn quickly retorted, before both boys went back downstairs. They were going to watch TV for a little while, before spend an hour or so wrapping up the presents that Harry had gotten the girls, placing all of the presents under the Christmas tree, and finally going to bed, ready to be woken up at God knows when.
The girls’ first attempt to wake up the boys that morning was at half past four. Zayn had never been a morning person, and the fact that Harry was in such a deep sleep he hadn’t even stirred from the girls’ jumping up and down really did show it was too early.
“Stop bouncing…give it another half an hour.” Zayn mumbled, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to slip back into his dream he had been having about him and Harry laid out on a long, golden beach, the sun beating down on them.
“But Zayn, Santa’s been! Can we go downstairs and start without you?” Safaa asked impatiently.
“No, get in bed with us.” Zayn mumbled again, opening his eyes for five seconds so he could pull the duvet back so the two small girls could crawl into the bed inbetween him and his boyfriend. Harry still hadn’t woken up or noticed once. The girls whispered to each other for a few minutes, and Zayn told them to shut up before he fell asleep again.
The next attempt was at half five, and this time Harry had woken up.
“Harry, are you boyfriends with Zayn?” Waliyha asked, before Safaa burst into giggles. Unknown to her, she was kicking Zayn in the stomach as she laughed.
“What made you come out with that?” Harry asked quietly, his low, rough morning voice bringing Zayn even more out of his sleep. God, that voice…
“You were cuddling in the same bed, I know I might be seven, but that’s not something friends would do…” Waliyha sang cheekily, and Zayn’s eyes finally fluttered open.
“Why would you want to cuddle with Zayn anyway?” Safaa asked, and Zayn smiled and reached out for her tiny body and brought it to him. She let out a squeak of fright and Waliyha and Harry burst out laughing.
“You seemed happy enough to cuddle with your big brother Zaynie last night!” Zayn teased her as she looked up at him with a frown. Before she could say anything he simply tickled her, which made her kick about and wriggle even more. When he stopped teasing his sister, he looked at Waliyha and Harry with a smile.
“Why don’t you girls go and check if Santa’s been?” Zayn told them with a smile, and both girls faces lit up as they scrambled out of the covers.
“I heard sleigh bells just before I went to bed last night…” Harry called after them, as the two girls rushed out of Harry’s bedroom shouting and laughing in excitement. Zayn watched them go before he rolled over and faced Harry.
“Finally, I don’t have to share you with my sisters.” Zayn whispered, before pulling Harry’s body over to his and wrapping his arms around Harry’s torso, with his face in the crook of his neck. Harry gave a content sigh, one of his hands resting on Zayn’s waist while the other combed through his raven hair.
“I can’t believe they guessed we were boyfriends already…you were right when you said they caught onto things quickly.” Harry chuckled, placing a kiss on Zayn’s forehead.
“I know…but I cant have them knowing, or they’ll tell Mum. Mum’s mad enough at me as it is, she won’t want her only Muslim son to drop this on her right now. She’d probably go into labour.” Zayn admitted, before looking up at Harry’s face. Harry had been looking off into the distance, but looked back down at Zayn.
“Just forget about her for now, babe, let’s just go and enjoy our Christmas together as a family.” Harry smiled, before the two boys shared a long, soft kiss before getting out of the warmth of Harry’s bed and going downstairs. The rest of the morning was spent opening up presents and eating lots of chocolate in the morning, and the boys watched as the girls rushed around with their new toys and clothes. Harry had brought girls cat onsies, so they were both running around in those. Safaa had a pink toy car for her dolls at home, since it was the closest Zayn could get to a pink limo. Harry went out of the room for a moment as Zayn took a photo of the two girls in their onsies when Harry came back in wit a wide grin and another big bag of presents.
“Omg, Harry, are you secretly Santa or something?” Zayn chuckled, but as he thought Harry was going to pass the bag to the girls, they sat up and smiled as Harry passed the bag to Zayn. Zayn looked up in confusion, and both girls laughed.
“Merry Christmas, Zayn! These are all for you, from us and Harry!” Waliyha smiled excitedly, holding onto the set of artist tools that Zayn had brought her ‘from Santa’. Zayn looked up at the bag and then up at Harry.
“You brought me something?” He asked in shock, wondering why the hell Harry would waste his money on him.
“Stop giving me that face and open them, I know you want too.” Harry laughed, and the two girls rushed forward and pulled out a big present each.
“This is for you from me.” Safaa burst out first in excitement, passing her big brother a present.
“Thanks, squirt.” Zayn smiled, before he started to unwrap the present. It had been years since he had received a Christmas present, he never got anything from his family, and since he had no money he could never get the boys anything, and so in return asked they get him nothing. He couldn’t help but be excited as he opened it, before he threw the paper to one side and unfolded the dark blue T-shirt. He pulled it out with a smile, before his chocolate brown eyes saw the words ‘Best Big Brother’ written across the chest, and he almost died. It was the sweetest thing he had ever seen in his life. He just stared at it in amazement.
“We love you, Zayn!” Safaa said again, before climbing onto Zayn’s lap. He cradled his sister close to him and kissed a long kiss to her cheek, which made her wriggle and squirm.
“It’s one of the bestest presents ever, I love it so much.” Zayn babbled emotionally, before he quickly pulled it on over his bare chest.
“It fits him! Told you it would fit him, Waliyha. She thought you needed a bigger size but me and Harry were like, nope, he needs this size!” Safaa started to explain, and Zayn let out a laugh before looking up at Harry, who was sat on the other end of the sofa watching them. He has a wide smile, and Zayn mouthed him a secret thanks before being sent a green eyed wink. Waliyha then climbed onto the sofa as well, holding out her present for Zayn.
“Don’t shake it!” She told him quickly, as Safaa climbed off him and onto Harry’s knee. Zayn chuckled as he looked over the thin, rectangle before he opened it to be met with the back of a photo frame.
“Oh, turn it over.” Waliyha informed him, and he looked at her and laughed slightly before he turned it over and let out another gasp. Waliyha had drawn them all on Harry’s Macbook, and they’d framed the drawing for him.
“Oh my God…Waliyha, this is awesome…you drew this?” He asked, absolutely amazed by the amount of detail and effort that his younger sister had put into it.
“Yepp, it took me since November!” She smiled proudly, and Harry ruffled up the hair on the top of her head.
“We told Harry that Santa never gets you any presents even though you’re always really good, and now this year you have presents!” Waliyha smiled, and Safaa bounced up and down excitedly.
“Harry really did send a text to Santa!” She gasped in excitement, which cause Harry to laugh at her.
“Of course I did! He’s my best mate!” Harry chuckled, even though Zayn was zoning out at the beautiful drawing in the frame. His sister was so talented it was unreal.
“This is the best ever girls…I love you both so much!” He said again, carefully placing the frame on the floor before pulling his sisters into a long cuddle once again. For once, they didn’t squirm or struggle, they held him tightly, and both girls placed a kiss onto each of his cheeks. That year was Zayn’s favourite Christmas, especially when he opened the new Varsity jacket that Harry had brought him. It was designer, and Zayn had almost cried when he had seen it. It really was his best Christmas, he had never felt happier then how he was now. If this is what Christmas with the girls and Harry was like, then this was going to be something he would never miss out on. Ever!