I already sent in one but I have another one 😁 your really upset bc harry won't be home or Christmas due to travelling (this prob wouldn't ever happen but go with it) or something, but then he surprises you and comes home Christmas morning after you haven't seen him in a long time??
You remember it as a child, the only time you’d willingly get out of bed at 6 am, so excited for a Christmas breakfast and everyone opening presents. You remember it as a teenager and young adult, excited to get money from your relatives and relieved that everyone likes the cookies you baked this year. And you remember the past two years since you met Harry, full of cuddles and kisses and making love and being happier than you’d ever been in your life.
And then there’s this Christmas, without him.
He couldn’t get out of it, he says, his hands are tied, he’s so sorry, he’ll make it up to you, he says. And of course you believe him, but it didn’t make your heart feel any less crushed, doesn’t make you feel any less lonely, even when his family has been lovely enough to invite you over to exchange gifts and have breakfast.
You try your best not to be a downer on everyone, giving your best smile as you sit in a comfy armchair with one of Harry’s small cousins who’s taken quite a liking to you sitting in your lap and playing with her brand new doll. Anne passes by you a couple of times and gives you a warm pat on your shoulder and a sympathetic smile, as if she knows how badly you’re secretly aching inside with how much you miss Harry. And she probably does know, seeing as she’s had to suffer many more Christmases without him than you have.
The smell of cinnamon rolls and cranberries and coffee is wafting through the house as the last of the presents are opened and people begin to finally listen to the commands of their hungry stomachs, drifting towards the dining room in search of breakfast. Everyone is chattering amongst themselves, excited about their gifts and the oncoming food and other plans they’ve got, and you feel even more isolated. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to quell the wave of sadness that hits you, you follow Anne and Robin into the kitchen and offer to help bring the food in, so that you can distract yourself.
You’ve just grabbed the pitcher of orange juice to bring to the other guests when Gemma rushes in, looking incredibly pleased and excited. She locks eyes with her mother and they seem to have some kind of epiphany together and before you can ask what’s going on Anne comes over to you and takes the pitcher out of your hands.
“Love, we’ve got one more present for you.” You blink at her, seeing Robin try to hide a smile behind her back.
“What? You know you guys didn’t have to…"
"Shhh, just come on!” And then, still confused and now a little suspicious, you’re being guided back out to the living room.
“What could you guys have gotten me that- oh my God!” you gasp loudly, your eyes instantly burning with tears as before you, in the middle of the living room and holding an ecstatic Maya, the sweet little girl who’d sat in your lap earlier, is Harry. There’s a soft dusting of snow in his hair, his cheeks are a little pink from the cold, and he looks tired, but his eyes are clear and his smile is as bright as the sun when he looks at you. For a moment you can’t say anything, even as Harry gently sets Maya back onto her feet and moves towards you with his arms spread.
And then you’re in his arms, sobbing unashamedly into his chest.
“Oh, baby…” he murmurs, holding you tight and stroking your hair soothingly, and there’s a chorus of ‘awww’s from your audience, and perhaps a little sniff from Anne. “Did you really think I’d miss spending Christmas with my girl? Huh?” He teases you gently, pulling back to look down at you and brush your tears away. His eyes are mild and full of love. “I’ll always be home for Christmas, baby.”