Masterpiece {h.s}

47. Gifts & Eager

To Harry’s surprise, my mother adored him. She asked about him everyday and questioned me whenever he didn’t spend the night. I loved it, because now, I had an excuse to ask him to spend the night more often. Truly, nights with Harry were my favourites, he was so warm and cuddly at night, when he wasn’t there, I felt lonely and missed him terribly.

December went by and before I even realised it, the holidays were here. Harry and I had two Christmas, one with his father on the 24th and one with my aunt and my mother on the 25th. My family had never made a big deal out of Christmas, even when Daisy was there, but since it was our first Christmas without her, we didn’t celebrate much this year either. We kept it simple with a good meal and a Christmas movie. We didn’t even exchange gift as we had all agreed it wasn’t necessary and could put the money elsewhere.

As for Harry’s side of the family, he had decided this year that he wasn’t flying to the UK since he wanted to spend the holidays with me. Obviously, at the mention of my name, her mother apparently went wild and insisted that we visit soon.  So the night of the 24th was also very calm. All in all, you could say that the holidays went by smoothly, without any big problems.

I expected pretty much everything that happened, even the sadness that overtook everyone on the 25th at the thought of Daisy, but what I didn’t expect was for Harry to show up one night, the 30th, with his hands full of presents.

“What are you doing?” I questioned him when I opened the door.

“I’m bringing you your presents,” he smiled widely. “Since it’s our first night just the two of us, I thought I could give you your presents.”

“Harry,” I was both touched and embarrassed by his gesture. “I didn’t buy you anything.”

He walked inside and put down the presents. “I don’t mind,” he assured. “I just ask for a kiss for every present I brought you.”

He smiled cheekily and I giggle before going to hug him. I pressed my ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. I looked at the presents that were next to us on the floor and sighed deeply. Harry pulled me away and looked at me reassuringly.

“I know we said we wouldn’t buy each other gifts, but I couldn’t resist,” he apologized. “Don’t be mad?”

I leaned in to kiss him. “Of course I’m not mad. Just ashamed that I’m not giving you anything.”

“You already gave me the best gift of all,” He whispered against my lips and pointed to my heart.

“You’re too much,” I mumbled as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

Harry smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t cry baby,” he chuckled and I blushed, embarrassed by my reaction. “Now open your presents!”

I laughed at his enthusiasm and detached myself from him. I looked down and stared at the few boxes that were laid at my feet. From what I could see there were five, and they were all different size.

Harry sat down his back on the sofa and took a first box. He looked at me and waited until I was seated on the ground too to give it to me.

“This is the first one.”

I took the box delicately, as if I was holding the most precious thing in the world, and in a way it was. I knew these gifts would all be perfect, because Harry was very thoughtful when it came to me. I looked at it for a moment, appreciating his gesture.

“Guess what it is!” Harry enthusiastically said. I looked at him and mirrored his expression. Harry’s enthusiasm was contagious and we were both smiling like idiots.