Harry’s brows knitted together in concentration as he continued to tick things off of his ‘Christmas clean-up’ list, flipping the red pen in between his fingers as he counted all the things that had yet to be put away. Sure, putting up the Christmas decorations was fun, but it just wouldn’t be right to be celebrating the New Years with a Christmas tree in the background!
“Why can’t we leave them up till the end of the week?” You whined, unhooking the bauble from its place and dropping it into its designated box. (Harry had labelled all the cardboard boxes to ensure organization.)
“Procrastination is going to take over, tha’s why. And don’ drop the baubles, Y/N, you might risk smash-” Harry didn’t get a chance to finish his little scold before he heard a clatter and turned to see one of the baubles shattered into tiny little pieces on the ground. He let out a small sigh and shook his head, crossing something out on his papers. “Never mind. Nia-”
“Yeah, I got it, I got it.” Niall grumbled, bending down and sweeping the pieces of glass into his little dustpan. “I could be enjoying breakfast right now, but yer boyfriend has t’ pack everythin’ up immediately after Christmas.”
“Sorry, Niall.” You laughed lightly, glancing over at Harry. He had always been a bit of a grouch when things weren’t organized, but at the end of the day, you had to be grateful. If you were in charge of the Christmas clean-up, the decorations would never disappear.
“What’s next on your list? I’ve folded the stockings and put them away in their boxes.” Liam walked into the living room, dusting his hands off before looking at Harry expectantly.
“Did yeh organize the stockings alphabetically?”
“….I’ll be back.” Liam cleared his throat, walking back to re-organize the stockings.
“Harry, don’t be such a grump.” You rolled your eyes, continuing to tend to the smaller decorations. (Harry didn’t want you to break anything else so he put Louis in charge of the tree.)
“I’m not being a grump. I jus’ want this house to be appropriately decorated when we have our New Years party.” Harry pursed his lips, licking his finger before flipping to the next page on his clipboard.
“Hey, look what I found!” You grinned, padding over to Harry and standing in front of him before raising a scrubby little tuft of mistletoe above his head. Harry glanced up before looking down at you, unimpressed.
“Why would you want t’ kiss someone under a parasitic plant? I don’ see the appeal, and I can think of a million things that are more romantic than kissing someone underneath-”
“Just kiss me, you silly goose.”
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