All I Want For Christmas Is You

"H..Hi," Harry stuttered as he stared at me open mouthed and wide open eyed, not moving. He looked completely stunned, and I obviously caught him completely off-guard. I stood there in silence smiling gently at him as he stared in disbelief at me. I heard his stereo quietly change tracks as he continued to stare... but then he blinked a few times before shaking his undone curls over his head. He giggled uncertain of himself. "You can sit ..erm... over here I guess," he said, picking up the shirts and tossing them over to the chair next to his bed. I smiled and sat on the opposite side of the bed from where he was placed. He picked up a plain black tee and slid it over his head as he fixed his hair again, getting his curls out of his eyes. "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting ... company," he said, not making eye contact with me. I giggled and flipped my bangs back. "It's fine. I guarantee you that my room was messier," I said as he smiled looking up at me from beneath his curls. His dimples appearing.

"Well, I love your place," I said, looking around his room, noticing the posters of bands I loved such as Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, Ramones, Pink Floyd and several others. I also glanced near his large dresser and noticed there were some picture frames setting on top of the darkened wood. I stood up to go look at them and I saw one was of Harry and two boys, the other was a family portrait with Harry, Gemma, Anne and Des (Harry's real dad). It was obviously taken before Anne got married to Robin, which was a while ago.

"Yeah, those are my pictures," Harry said, getting off of his bed to come up to me. I smiled. "You don't seem so sure of yourself," I giggled and Harry smiled, his dimples popping again. "I am," he remarked, patting my head. I looked back at the picture of Harry with the two boys and examined it. Harry looked younger, and he was wearing the cutest white polo with a head full of curls. "Yeah, that's me and my two cousins Ben and Matt in 2009 before I went onto the X-Factor. I hardly see them anymore," he replied with a sigh. I set the frames down and looked at him. He looked genuinely unhappy.

"Harry, I'm sorry for you know.." I apologized, digging my shoe in the carpet. Harry sighed and looked up at me. "I know..." he started and a light of hope was lit in my body. "I know you are sorry... But I can't just ask for you back now, even if I want to.. Which of course I do... But I don't want you to do that again," he said, walking towards a wall and setting his lower arm on it, setting his forehead on his arm. I felt the light inside me burn out just as quick as it lit. "I wouldn't!" I exclaimed. But he shook his head. We were in silence for a bit before I heard a noise from the hallway. Then I heard a knock on the door. "Harry? Can I set her stuff in your room?" it was Gemma. "No, leave it by the door she isn't staying here," he said, and his words cut a deeper wound in my heart. "Oh, well I'll set it in mum and Robin's room," she suggested before Harry interrupted. "No. I said leave it by the door she isn't STAYING," he exclaimed louder than I had heard him before. "Harry, I wasn't staying I just came from the airport, and Bri- Your grandfather brought us here," Harry glanced at me in confusion. "That's how he got here? By plane? How... How did your plane end up in Manchester?" he asked turning around, still having an anger in his voice. I shrugged. "Apparently your grandfather knew about it. Strange huh?" I asked, trying to make our conversation lighter than it was becoming. Harry deeply breathed in and out once. "Okay," he agreed, falling on top of his comforter. I was silent and the room got an awkward feeling again. "Please.. I wouldn't have come back if I didn't care! It was only yesterday!" I cried, but Harry shook his head violently. "No. I'm not falling for it," he said and suddenly I felt the anger rise inside of me. "All you think about is yourself!" I yelled, but I knew I chose the wrong choice of words... All he did was think of me... Crap.

"Oh! So you think all I think about is myself Miss I-Broke-Up-With-You-Because-You-Dont-Think-We-Will-Work EVEN though I hadn't had the chance to ask you out on a PROPER date," he growled as he sat up on the bed, glaring at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," I whimpered as I ducked down in one of the room's corners. "Sure you didn't. Maybe you didn't mean to hurt me either but you did!" Harry yelled, this time louder than the last. "Harry," I cried, but he didn't listen to me. "I tried... I really did," Harry said as he began to choke up with tears of fury. He set his palm on his forehead in frustration. "I admit.. I miss you. I really do," Harry admitted, not looking at me. I sniffled, "Really?"I asked in a sassy tone. Harry quickly looked at me and rolled his eyes. "It happens every time. Every time I like a girl she just leaves me. I don't get it. Am I really that horrible?" He said as he paced back and forth in the short span of the room. I shook my head. "You are my everything!" I exclaimed. "No... no I'm not. I've heard that before I might as well call you Taylor... I mean that is even your last name. It is so appropriate considering you are just as horrible as she was to me. You should feel accomplished."

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