Celebrate Me Home - Harry Styles
Character/Person: Harry Styles
Fandom: One Direction
day 23!! christmas is getting so close omg??? this is barely even christmas themed lol but i hope you enjoy this!
“It’s good to have you back, H,” Gemma, Harry’s sister, smiled warmly and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Especially ‘round Christmas.”
“Thanks, Gem.” He replied, his dimple becoming visible as his lips widened. His arm was wrapped firmly around the bottom of (Y/N)’s spine to keep her next to him at all times. The first few buttons of his nice patterned button-down top were loose, revealing the top of his chest and the slightest peek at the tattoos on his collarbone. “Who threw this party?”
As (Y/N) looked around, she was amazed that this many people could fit into Harry’s childhood home. Family and friends were packed in like sardines to welcome Harry home after five years of hard work on tours and press trips. Red decorations were hung and strung everywhere, and the air smelled like Ann’s infamous chocolate chip cookies she made every Christmas.
“Mum did, of course.” Gemma revealed, and Harry nodded knowingly. “She means best, you know that. She just wanted to celebrate you home.”
“I know. Where is she, anyways? I’ve barely seen her,” Harry commented, and (Y/N) stretched her neck to where she last saw her boyfriend’s mother.
“I think she was readying the food in the kitchen, last I saw her,” (Y/N) announced, looking back to the Styles siblings.
“Thank you, babe.” He nodded and grinned, pecking the top of your head.
“And you, (Y/N), how have you been?! I haven’t seen you since the concert in London!” Gemma gushed, taking her brother’s girlfriend’s hands into her own. “You look absolutely amazing, where did you get this dress?”
“Don’t smother her, Gem,” Harry said, giving a playfully pointed look at his sister.
“Nonsense, H. I’ve been great, how are you? You look killer as always,” (Y/N) responded.
“I’ve been lovely, thank you!” Gemma replied. “But really, Topshop? ASOS? Where did you get this, it’s beautiful!”
“I bought it for her.” Harry stated smugly, a smirk on his face.
“Wow, H. Nice job,” Gemma nodded in approval.
“Isn’t it gorgeous on her?” Harry praised.
“Stop it.” (Y/N) blushed, hiding her grin in the her boyfriend’s side.
“Adorable.” Gemma observed. “Who knew my dorky brother could be such a gentleman. Did you know that in year seven Harry once-”
“Alright, I think we’re gonna go say hi to mum again, great speaking with you!” Harry rushed out, interrupting his sister’s embarrassing story and pulling (Y/N) in the direction of the kitchen.
“What was that?” (Y/N) inquired.
“I’ll save that story for later.” Harry responded, searching for his mom among the crowd. His eyes brightened when they landed on her, slaving away in the kitchen, practically drowning in plates of food.
“Oh, Ann, let me help you with this,” (Y/N) rushed out of Harry’s grip to grab a plate from Ann’s hands just as she was struggling to carry not one but two heavy plates of turkey.
“Thank you, (Y/N), you’re too sweet.” Ann thanked her genuinely, giving her son’s girlfriend a side hug. “How are you enjoying the party, Har?”
“I’m enjoying it lots. Thank you, mumma.” He smiled lovingly. “Do you need help? You’ve got enough food to feed a country here.”
“No, it’s alright. I’m almost finished anyways,” She declined.
“At least let me help set the table, yeah? You’re sweating,” (Y/N) insisted, grabbing a towel from a nearby table and handing it to her.
“If you absolutely insist, sure. That would be lovely, thank you (Y/N).” Ann replied, taking the towel gratefully and dabbing the sweat off her forehead. “And how’ve you been? My son treating you well?”
“Very well. I’ve been very good, how are you?” (Y/N) answered, making Harry wrap his arm around her once more and rub a hand along her back.
“I’ve been very lovely, thank you!” Ann grinned, and (Y/N) could see the obvious similarities between Harry’s and Ann’s smiles. “You are so great, (Y/N), really. When is Harry ever going to tie the knot?” She asked, smiling widely.
Harry blushed. “Not telling. But it will happen, trust me on that.” He answered, making (Y/N) blush as well.
“Oh, my baby.” Ann cooed. “All grown up; already have an amazing career and the love of your life. I’m so happy for you, both of you.”
Once she went away to grab more utensils, Harry spun (Y/N) around so they were facing each other, (Y/N) having to look up due to Harry’s towering height. “I was being serious. I know we haven’t discussed it much but I fully intend to marry you one day.”
(Y/N) smiled bashfully before letting her eyes meet Harry’s. “I would love to marry you.”
Harry grinned, his eyes lighting up in joy. “Now, just for precautions, do you like silver or gold engagement rings because-”
“Harold,” (Y/N) interrupted with a giggle. “Whatever you get me will be amazing. Now stop worrying about me and enjoy your party! It’s for you, after all.”
Harry let out a breath, staring adoringly down at his girlfriend. “I love you. So, so much.”
“I love you, too.”