The best thing to ever wake up to is being surrounded by a bunch of fluffy, soft plush stuffed animals.

Although, Harry didn't seem to be so happy when he woke up.

I sat patiently on top of the coffee table in front of the sofa he was laying on with my legs folded over the other as I watched him slowly stir under the pile of stuffed animals that were on top of him, shifting and opening his green eyes in slow, tired, blinks before he froze completely, darting his gaze from side to side at the toys that framed his face.

He then focused his attention on me, making me tilt my head to the side to his level with a warm smile.

"Morning." I greeted in a soft voice, not wanting to startle him with an overbearing tone so early in the day as he narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his brows.

Harry then blinked slowly, as if piecing a puzzle together before he began licking his lips, working his sharp jawline until he brought his hand out from underneath the toys, taking a thin tuft of pink fur from one of the teddy bears near him off his tongue, glaring down at it before his piercing green eyes flickered up to meet mine in an intense gaze.

"Why." He finally spoke in a rough, monotone morning voice, not moving from underneath the pile of fluffy animals as I grinned and scrunched up my shoulders at him.

"I know you probably have a lot of questions but I just could not sleep a wink last night because I was so excited for everything we were going to do so... while you were sleeping..." I trailed off with bubbling joy, shooting up from the table and grabbing the oversized, tri-folded poster board from the side, struggling slightly with carrying the poster that was almost bigger than my whole entire body before heaving it to the top of the table in front of Harry.

"This! Ta-da!" I exclaimed with an excited smile, panting slightly from having to carry the poster board as I gestured to it with shaking jazz hands.

Harry's wary eyes skimmed over the presentation in front of him, from the 'HOW TO HAVE AN AMAZING CHRISTMAS WITH MY NEW AWESOME FRIEND HARRY' title with big sparkly red and gold sticker letters right at the top of the poster, then to the sparkly holiday green and red garland around the borders, down to the taped mistle toe and variety of small pieces of Christmas sweaters pinned to it at the bottom.

He maintained his straight face, his brows slightly furrowed as if he was mentally questioning my sanity while I silently waited expectantly for his reaction, my chest rising and falling wth excitement as I smiled and blinked at him, my arms still frozen in the air towards the holly decorated poster.

"Why am I holding a cat." He questioned in a confused, raspy tone, his eyes zeroing in on the Christmas card I had made on the poster with a cut out of Harry's stern face taped onto a man's Christmas sweater attired body holding a cat in his arms, the words Happy Holidays streamed above it in a cheesy banner.

"Okay so we've got a lot ahead of us but I have hope and I'm determined to experience each and everything listed on here by Christmas," I clasped my hands together, jumping slightly in place before pointing at all the Holiday activities I had listed down for the two of us as Harry slowly exhaled.

"Decorate a tree with Harry, eat peppermint bark and sugar plums with Harry, donate to charities with Harry, make Christmas cards with Harry, make friends with Harry to send said Christmas cards to..." I read the bulleted sentences out with a determined look on my face as I gazed up at the poster I had stayed up all night to make in wonder.

"Make gingerbread houses with Harry, knit sweaters with Harry, and even meet Santa Claus with Harry- I know I know that one is a stretch," I began when I saw the judgemental look on Harry's face at the last one before I fully turned to look up at my poster of my hopes and dreams.

"But for twenty five years -twenty three for you," I added in a slightly distracted  tone as I looked over at all the decorations with a small smile of endearment.

"We can finally get to experience the holidays and how it feels to not be alone after all these years. Just like in all those movies and Christmas specials, we can make up for our lost time..." I trailed off in admiration, gently touching one of the Christmas decorations on the poster before turning back to Harry with a confident smile as he continued to blink at me with a straight face.

"And we can do it together, every step of the way. I promise you Harry, I'll give you the best Christmas, I'll be your worrying mom, you're annoying older sister, your grandma that makes you cookies, your funny uncle that makes you laugh- every family member I can be. What do you say partner." I breathed in a quick breath, placing one hand on my hip and extending my hand out for his, knowing that from the very start the both of us never had a family.

We were unwanted orphans who were brought in by the agency to be trained as assassin's so we never had the opportunity to experience simple, wonderful things like the holidays.

I still don't know who Jack Frost is and why everyone is okay with him nipping at people's noses...

Harry looked down at my extended hand, then back to my face before he glanced at the poster behind me.

"Why am I holding a cat." He finally said after my whole entire speech, repeating the same question he asked in the begginning making me lower my hand with a small smile before I joined his stuffed animal covered body on the couch, retrieving something from my pocket.

"I cut your face out from one of the pictures I got processed on our first mission together, see." I beamed, showing him the photos in my hand that were somewhat blurred due to what had happened when I tried to take pictures of him.

"See, here's one I took of you sleeping in the car. Then of you waking up, then of you yelling at me- boy you were super angry at me that day- aw look at that little vein in your neck, then there's this one of you trying to grab the phone out of my hand, then the last one of you trying to choke me-" I showed each and every photo like it was a slide show before Harry's jaw clenched in silent frustration, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to the ceiling before he placed his hand over mine and lowered the photos away from him.

I guess now wouldn't be such a good time to tell him that I'd named that vein in his neck Albert.

I expected Harry to ask how I had gotten all the decorations and the poster- which I got by driving home and working on it then coming back to his place to present as I watched him open his eyes to glance over at me.

"How's your wound?" He questioned,  the words leaving his pierced lips catching me off guard as I blinked at him for a moment.

"Uh- good. It's fine. I'm okay." I assured him with a comforting smile as he finally pushed the stuffed animals off him, revealing his solid, tattooed body underneath his white V-neck shirt and gray sweats before he pushed a hand through his hair, shifting and reaching out to me.

My skin heated in a kind of funny, tingly way when he lifted the hem of my shirt up ever so slowly to expose my bandaged wound, expecting it with a grim expression as I stayed perfectly still, kind of afraid to breathe when I felt his fingers skim lightly over my bandage.

"When's the last time you cleaned it." He asked, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as I pursed my lips in thought.

"Yesterday morning." I informed in a light tone, watching him lower my shirt before he stood to his feet, towering over me as I stared up at him, surprised to see the concern on his face.

"Take a quick shower and let me know when you're done. I'll rebandage and clean your wound." He said, his offer sounding more like an instruction as I quickly shook my head.

"It's okay Harry you don't have to-" I began, slightly startled when he suddenly grabbed my chin in a gentle manner, keeping my head still and my eyes locked on his as he peered down at me.

"I want to bambina." He emphasized, the pad of his thumb running against my skin in a featherlight touch before he released me, the tender caress I had recieved gone as soon as it came as I sat there with a small smile.

"Now go before I pick you up and bring you to my shower myself." He ordered, his voice sounding serious as usual but the light look in his green eyes giving off a playful vibe as I stood to my feet.

"You know," I started, looking at him with a secretive grin as he raised his brow at me.

"You may have this whole grrr- I'm a tough guy and I love meat exterior going on but I know you care. You're warm and squishy deep down." I beamed up at him with a proud expression as he blinked at me with a blank face.

He didn't say anything for a moment, just crossed his arms over his impressively broad chest before he walked away, retrieving something from the closet in his hallway before he came back with a white towel, spinning it with both of his hands until it spiraled into a tight line.

My eyes widened and I jumped back, hugging my arms to my chest when he playfully whipped the end of the towel near my feet with a loud crack that echoed through the space between us when he approached me as he let out a low, cynical, chuckle.

"You have five seconds to undress and get in that shower neonata." A slow malevolent grin spread across Harry's face, tightening the towel in his large hands again with bad intentions as I quickly turned and fast walked to the direction of the bathroom.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness -oh my goodness!" I chanted under my breath, quickening my steps when I heard him follow after me, hearing the sound of the towel whipping near me from behind making me jump and scream the last 'oh my goodness' out as I ran, laughing despite the terrified racing of my heart as Harry chased me into his bathroom.

I immediatly closed the door, pressing myself against the barrier with a slam and panting wildly as I covered my laughs with the back of my hand when I heard Harry mutter something in Italian under his breath from the other side.

"Let me in little girl, I just want to give you your towel." Harry's deep voice rumbled through the door with a light teasing knock as I scrunched my face up.

Ironic seeing as I was two years older than him although I must admit I did act a bit childish at times.

I opened the door just a crack, enough to squish my face into the small space between to see Harry smirking down at me, resting his arm above against the wall besides me.

"You're not, not gonna hurt me right." I whispered, eyeing the evil towel that was now hanging on his broad shoulder with wide eyes as he leaned forward, lowering his face to meet my gaze with a sly look.

"Never neonata. Now be a good girl for me and open the door." He said in a low sultry voice, his face only a few inches from mine.

"Okay." I said with a trusting smile, opening the door before he straightened and tossed the towel over my face.

"Thank you." I said, my voice muffled from the fluffy fabric before I took it off my face when I heard him close the door.

"I'll bring you some clothes." I heard his voice say.

"Thank you- oh." I realized he probably couldn't hear me since my voice was so soft, making me open the door again just a bit to peek my head out, still finding him outside heading for his room until he paused in his step when he saw my face.

"Thank you." I repeated again, making Harry roll his eyes before he placed his finger on the tip of my nose, gently pushing my face back inside the room and closing the door afterwards.

I took in a deep breath, smiling to myself before I stripped out of my clothes and bandages, hugging my chest from the slightly chill air hitting my bare skin as I peered up at the luxurious, glass shower I entered, peering up at the silver showerhead before looking down at the knob.

"Harry your shower is super cool- ahck pftt gah-" I must have pressed something because the water suddenly showered down on my face and hunched body, garbling the rest of my sentence before I heard Harry's chuckles from outside.

"I'm okay! Can I use your shampoo-"

"Yes." Harry's voice cut me off through the door.

Once I finished washing up I wrapped myself in the towel Harry had lent me, securing it to my body before the door suddenly opened.

"Here." Harry casually said, giving me an uninterested glance as he placed a cardboard box of random feminine objects onto the bathroom counter, making me hug myself as I slowly approached the box with a curious expression.

"What are these?" I asked slowly with  wonder, peering down at the random heels, unmatched bracelets and earrings, different varieties of tops, and lots and lots of thongs and female lacey underwear.

"Things left here at my place from various woman who I've slept with." He responded in a nonchalant tone, making me immediatly drop one of the lace thongs I was gingerly holding by the side back into the box.

"Oh, ummm...." I trailed off in a high pitched tone, awkwardly stepping away from the counter as I brought my lips inward, contemplating on what to say next while he watched me.

"That's... thoughtful of you, but I can just go and drive to my place for clothes and undies." I shrugged as Harry sent me a hard glare.

"In only a towel? I don't think so bambina, someone might see you." He said with a tone of finality as I frowned up at him.

"But you're seeing me." I reasoned in a light hearted voice, tottering slightly side to side in front of him with a small smile, making sure to hold the towel securely around me as his gaze flickered over my body before settling back to my face.

"Yes but it's different. I actually know you. Anyone see's you they take in your physical aspect and simply see a fuckable woman. To me you are a child due to the way you act, any sexual desire towards you would be equivalent to being attracted to an under developed fetus." He explained in a business like tone, his eyes never leaving mine as I took his words in consideration.

I couldn't believe it.

Harry actually opened up to me.

Even if it was just to tell me he had no sexual desires for me and that he saw me as a fetus.

This was absolutely amazing.

"I'll lend you some of my clothes." Harry said before I could open my mouth and respond, taking the cardboard box and exiting out of the room before I padded after him, lingering at the doorway.

"Well if it's any consolation," I began, raising my voice so he would hear as he stopped in the hallway, turning and looking at me with an expectant expression.

"I think you're a beautiful man Harry, both inside and out which makes you even that much more admirable and attractive." I complimented, my voice confident and my small smile friendly as his body stiffened slightly, as if surprised by my words before he quickly recovered.

"You piss me off." Harry said in response, narrowing his dark green eyes at me before he turned and left, my gaze focusing on the slight red flush tinting the tips of his ears making me grin as I leaned against the door frame.

I couldn't help but have a little part of me inside hope that I was rubbing off on Harry.

Whether he would admit it or not.

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AN: I post on the weekends so I got you guys. Sorry for the wait, just tryna study and prepare for finals along with packing to go to the Philippines for the holidays. Love you!