IMAGINE [Liam:] On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree
[Harry:] On the second day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Two turtle doves,
[Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Niall:] On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Three french hens, [Harry:] Two turtle doves, [Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree
[Zayn:] On the fourth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Four calling birds, [Niall:] Three french hens, [Harry:] Two turtle doves, [Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Liam:] On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, [All:] Five golden rings, [Zayn:] Four calling birds, [Niall:] Three french hens, [Harry:] Two turtle doves, [Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Niam:] whats’ a partridge? [Zouis:] and what’s a pear tree? [Ziam:] I don’t know so please don’t ask me [Harry:] But I can bet those are terrible gifts to get.
[Louis:] On the sixth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Six geese-a-laying, [All:] Five golden rings, [Zayn:] Four calling birds, [Niall:] Three french hens, [Harry:] Two turtle doves, [Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Niall:] On the seventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, [All:] Five golden rings, [Harry:] Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves, [Liam:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Liam:] On the eighth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Eight maids-a-milking, Seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, [All:] Five golden rings, [Zayn:] Four calling birds, [Niall:] Three french hens, [Lilo:] Two turtle doves, [Harry:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[All:] On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids-a-milking, Seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, ooooh-eu-aaaah, [Nouis:] Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves, [LiamHarryZayn:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[All:] what’s a partridge? and what’s a pear tree? I don’t know so please don’t ask me But I can bet those are terrible gifts to get.
[Harry:] On the tenth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Ten lords-a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids-a-milking, Seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, [All:] Five golden rings, [Nouis:] Four, Three french, Two doves, [Zayn:] And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Fans:] On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords-a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids-a-milking, Seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, Five golden rings,
[Niall:] Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
[Liam:] On the twelfth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me,
Preference #92 Your first Christmas away from home
I know it’s early, but I love Christmas preferences. This idea was requested and I fell in love with it. (it doesn’t fit into any series - in this preference you are dating him. You have recently moved from your home town / country to live with him in London and it’s your first Christmas away from your family)
Liam sleepily walked down the stairs, hand griping the hand rail to keep steady. As he reached the bottom, he frowned noticing the Christmas tree lights on; he turned them off before you both went to bed. He walked into the living room and froze. You were knelt in front of the tree, looking up at the decorated tree. Liam watched you for a moment, taking in your beauty as the room lit up with the coloured lights. You sniffed, making Liam snap out of his thoughts. “Sweetheart?” Liam asked worriedly, making you jump. “Sorry if I woke you up,” you whispered, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. He sat beside you on the floor, his hand rubbing your back lightly. “You didn’t darling. What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m fine Li, it’s nothing,” you said in a small voice. “If it’s making my girl upset, then it’s something. You can tell me anything sweetheart,” Liam said, kissing your temple. “You know I love living here with you. I love London, but,” Liam wiped a fallen tear off your cheek gently, “I’ve never been away from home for Christmas. I just miss my family and the little traditions we did.” Liam’s heart fell, as your eyes filled with more tears. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. You shrugged, “it didn’t really hit me until tonight I guess.” Liam sighed, knowing you had been missing your hometown for a while, but you never told him. “I have something for you,” he smiled softly, slowly moving away from you and picking something up from under the tree, “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning on Christmas Day, but I think now is better.” You raised on eyebrow at him, as he handed you an envelope. “Go on then, open it,” he smiled. You carefully opened the envelope, jaw dropping out of surprise. “Plane tickets,” you whispered shocked, “to go visit my family.” You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around your body. “Thank you thank you,” you said, pulling away slightly. Liam tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, locking eyes with you. “You’re welcome sweetheart,” he said, “Christmas here in London and New Years with your family. You can finally show me those fireworks you are always talking about.” You nodded, speechless at what Liam had done. He looked at the wall clock and chuckled; 12.03am. “Merry Christmas darling,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
“Merry Christmas Lou. Thank you again for having us,” Jay said, kissing his cheek before following the girls out to the car. Louis ran his hand over his face tiredly. He loved his family more than anything, but his sisters were so loud and excited about Christmas. “I’ll be there in a minute, just putting the kettle on,” he called out, walking to the kitchen. You looked around living room; covered in wrapping paper and presents from Louis’ family. As you recapped the events of the day, you found yourself missing your family even more than before. As you thought about them, the tears that you had to holding in all day, started to fall. Louis walked into the room and noticed you were upset. He knew what was going through your mind by the way you were sitting. “There’s one last present under the tree,” he said, walking towards the tree and picking up the wrapped present. He sat down beside you and placed the wrapped present on your lap. “Lou, you already brought me enough, seriously I don’t need anything else,” you sniffed handing it back to him. He chuckled and pushed it back to you. “It’s not from me love, it’s from your mum. She sent it days ago, I’m surprised you didn’t find it under the tree,” he said. You smiled and eagerly opened the present. You gasped and ran your hand over the cover of the book. As you opened the book, your tears returned; it was filled of photos of your life, up until the moment you left home to live with Louis in London. Louis looked on; watching you quietly. You got to the last page and read your mum’s handwriting, ‘my next adventure.’ You looked up at Louis and he gently wiped your cheeks, catching the fallen tears. “How about we give your family a call yeah? I’m sure your mum would love to here from you baby,” he said, kissing your forehead and standing up. You nodded, not trusting your voice. He returned seconds later with his phone. “Come here boo,” he said, sitting on the couch. You slowly got up and sat beside him, resting the book on your lap. Louis handed you the phone and you dialled the familiar number. As you pressed it to your ear and listened to the ringing, tears started to fall down your cheeks again. Louis wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you know he was there for you. “Merry Christmas Mum.” you smiled through your tears at hearing her voice, “I miss you.”
“What time does your flight arrive at Heathrow?” you heard Niall say into the phone. You pulled your legs to your chest and looked around the decorated living room. “Are you sure you want to get a taxi, I’m happy to pick you up Denise?” he continued, excitement clear in his voice. You looked at the presents under the Christmas tree; all wrapped up with gift tags waiting for Christmas Day. Your eyes landed on one present in particular, making you freeze. It was for your sister. Tears filled your eyes, as you realised that you wouldn’t be able to give it to her in person. “Yes Denise,” Niall chuckled into the phone, walking into the living room, “and give Theo a hug for me. Bye, see you in a few days.” He hung up the phone and sat beside you on the couch. “Their flight arrives at-,” Niall stopped, when he saw the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “Princess,” he whispered, putting a hand on your knee, “what happened darling?” You opened your month to speak but a sob escaped your lips. “Hey, it’s alright,” he whispered, pulling you into a hug, “tell me what’s bothering you and I’ll fix it; Nialler will fix it.” You snuggled into his chest, calming down a little. “I can’t give my sister her present on Christmas Day,” you whispered, “I brought it for her and I either have to post it or wait months until I go visit her.” Niall tightened his grip on you as you cried. He kissed your head, before lifting your chin up softly to look at him. “I was planning on surprising you, but you know how good I am at keeping secrets from you,” he smiled, “and I really hate it when you cry, so I have to tell you now.” You sat up straighter and took a few deep breaths. “Tell me what?” you whispered, wiping your eyes. “Well, you don’t have to go to the airport to pick up my family but I think you should go tomorrow night to pick up your sister,” he said proudly. “What? My sister? She’s coming here for Christmas?” you said quickly, trying to get you head around what he said. “Yep, I invited her and arranged everything. It was going to be a surprise and I was going really well in not telling you, but I don’t what to see you upset,” he explained. You jumped on him, pushing him down on the couch, so you were on top of him. “Thank you Ni. I can’t believe you did that for me. I love you,” you said, kissing him hard.
“Well that’s the tree and lights, I’ll just go get the box of Christmas decorations,” he said, kissing your cheek and walking out of the room. You sat down on the floor and turned on the lights, smiling as the whole room lit up. As your eyes traveled around the big tree that you and Harry picked out earlier, your smile fell. Setting up the Christmas tree was always something you did with your family on the first of December and although you loved living with Harry in London, a part of you wished you were back in your hometown with them. As you were thinking about back home, you didn’t hear Harry come back into the room. “Finally found them, I forgot how - hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, smile disappearing. You didn’t know you were crying, until he gently wiped your cheeks. “I-I,” you sobbed, hands covering your face. Harry quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “It’s ok sweetheart, deep breaths for me,” he whispered, “that’s it, I’m right here.” You sniffed and wiped your eyes, before looking up at him. “Something’s missing Haz,” you whispered, trying to make your voice strong, but failing. Harry gave you a small smile, realising what was going on. “It’s your first Christmas away from your home town and family,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. You blushed feeling embarrassed at how silly it sounded when Harry said it out loud. “I understand. You miss them lots.” he said softly. You nodded as the tears slowed down. “I have something for you; your mum sent it to me last week. I know it’s not the same as being there for Christmas, but I hope it helps a little,” he kissed your temple. He reached behind him for the small box on top of the decoration box and placed it in your hands. You smiled and slowly opened it. “Oh my god,” you gasped, pulling out the angel, “I would always put the angel on top of the tree. Even when I was little, my dad used to pick me up and help me. I can’t believe she send it.” You looked up at Harry, his smile as big as yours. “So are you going to put it on our tree,” he teased, standing up. You quickly stood up and on your tippy toes, you placed the angel on top. As you stepped back, Harry wrapped his arms about your waist. “Thank you Haz. I feel a little closer to home with it here,” you said. “Prefect,” he whispered, looking at you watching the tree.
“I love your hat Z,” you giggled, as he repositioned the Santa hat on his head. “Just getting into the Christmas spirit,” he chuckled and sat with you on the floor by the fire. You looked about the room, at the presents under the tree and the Christmas tree lights. Your smile grew as you noticed it was snowing outside. “A white Christmas, it’s beautiful,” you whispered. Zayn followed your gaze and saw the soft snow flakes outside the window. “We have a few hours before my family gets here,” Zayn said, “so it’s just you and me.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Just then you realised that it was Christmas and you weren’t with your family. It was the first year that you weren’t in your home town, or eating your mum’s cooking or hanging out with your siblings. You felt your chest tighten and tears filled your eyes; you wanted nothing more than to be with your family on a day like today. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Zayn asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You snapped out of your thoughts and blinked away your tears. “Better start getting ready for Christmas lunch,” you said, standing up. Zayn reached out for you, but you walked towards he kitchen. “I’m fine Z, I promise. Coffee?” you said, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the tears. Zayn nodded and watched you walk away. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He quickly picked up his phone and send a message to your mum, getting out his laptop. Meanwhile, as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, the tears that you held back, spilled down your cheeks. “Babygirl, can you come here, I have a Christmas surprise for you,” Zayn called out. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie you were wearing, before taking a deep breath and retuning back to the living room. Zayn knelt in front of how coffee table with his laptop on. “Look who’s joining us for Christmas breakfast baby,” he said. Suddenly the screen lit up with your family gathered around a computer. You covered your mouth with your hand and slowly walked forward. “Z, you did this. Thank you,” you whispered, kneeling beside him. He kissed your cheek and rested his hand on lower back, as a smile appeared on your face. “Hey everyone,” you whispered voice filled with tears. “Merry Christmas Sweetheart,” your mum said, “wishing you a beautiful first white Christmas.”
More About Christmas - It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot
This isn’t Kansas City – obviously – but that’s coming sooner rather than later. I was struggling with whether or not I’d do Christmas-y things since not everybody celebrates but… I just… I have to. Apologies to those who don’t partake, for whatever reasons. I wish you a joyous holiday, and a stress free season.
It’s for our Teenage Dirtbag, but it can be read as a standalone without a problem.
Oh, yeah. Smut. x
Gemma and Anne are trimming the tree in front of you. It’s a
beautiful thing – huge, full, and dripping in ornaments and lights that are
casting a soft glow around the darkening room. They’re mumbling to each other
as they coordinate where to place what – there’s two Baby’s First Christmas
ornaments, a wobbly looking snowman that had been handmade for some Christmas
past, and shiny baubles that reflect your worried frown even from your spot on
“Love, would you like to help?” Anne asks you warmly as she
searches for the perfect branch to place her next ornament. She’s got a thick
Christmas jumper on that is the opposite of ugly and tasteful snowmen adorn her
“Thank you,” you manage a smile. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t
want to interfere – seems like you two have a plan.”
“Not really,” Gemma says as she reaches on her toes.
“Whoops!” she exclaims under her breath when she nearly teeters a bit too far
to hang her bauble on a prized branch towards the top. “We’re actually better
at it when Harry’s here. He’s all chaos for the first part of it until he
settles down, so we’re able to organize when we’ve got to beat him back.”
You laugh, but it’s fleeting, his name reminding you of his
present absence. You chance a glance down at your screen, but somehow you feel
more deflated than before when you find nothing new from him.
“You might as well help, you know,” Gemma says as she picks
up another ornament before replacing it in favor of a new one. “Wallowing isn’t
going to bring him here faster.”
“Sweetheart,” Anne warns Gemma gently. “We’re all worried
and we want him to be here.”
Gemma is silent and you feel hot and uncomfortable. Both she
and Anne have been nothing but kind to you since you’d shown up without Harry,
a lump in your throat when you told them that he’d gotten delayed in Los
Angeles because of the weather in New York and his flight had been pushed out a
day. London, too, has been earning a snowfall that they’d previously assumed
he’d miss, and the roads to Holmes Chapel had been covered in a thin coating of
fluffy flakes on your drive over. So far, you’d heard of no cancellations to
“What one can I have?” you ask as you set your phone down
and pull your feet from under you to stand. Anne hands you a star ornament and
you stand as tall as you can and place it on the highest branch you can reach.
“Funny,” Gemma remarks as she pushes an icicle so it twirls
back and forth. “That’s where he puts it, too.”