I feel suffocated. My face is warm and the air around me is thick, my throat feels like it has closed up and my nose is blocked beyond compare. I open my eyes lazily to complete darkness, I've felt this before, this weight on my face.

"Zaz!" I mumble beneath him, "get your bum off my face!" I chuckle at the fury lump, picking him up and cuddling him. Yes, Zaz lives with me and Harry and hasn't changed whatsoever! He's still the same old lazy, cheeky, cuddly lump of fur I have ever met in my life - he's so laid back it's unreal.

With Zaz on my lap I glance to the vacant bed space next to me, missing my perfect husband's body cuddled into mine. Clanking is heard from downstairs leaving me curious, so I grab Zazu and start descending the staircase, walking the familiar route to the kitchen.

I pass our advent calendars on the way and find that Harry's has already been opened. When I enter the kitchen I notice the windows steamed up completely, water vapour clinging to the glass as the condensed steams reside there; Harry stands with his muscular back facing me and multiple pots in his hands as he stands at the sink and rinses them of any left over contents.

My shoulder leans lazily against the doorframe, Harry's checked button up shirt that I'm wearing only just reaching below my bum as I watch him in awe. He stands in nothing but his boxers, his back muscles contracting as he works and his strong - and surprisingly skinny, I've noticed - legs holding up the weight of his sculptured body.

"What are you doing?" I ask over the hissing of the pressure cooker which I know contains a range of different vegetables.

He turns to find me in little clothing and cradling Zazu in my arms like a baby, tickling his tummy. Harry chuckles at the sight and strolls over to me until his height is towering above me as usual, "I've started making our Christmas dinner." He smiles down at me, a warm chaste kiss being pressed to my lips.

My heart melts at his words, we decided that we would both cook the Christmas dinner together, and considering the vegetables take the second longest out of everything, he has kindly started. I noticed that the roast potatoes are cooking already in the oven, meaning that all I have to do is carve the turkey, prepare the gravy and set the table. Harry's hands fiddle mindlessly with Zaz, his purring of happiness loud enough to fill the entire room.

"I love you." I reply to Harry after a few seconds, watching his perfect green eyes rise to meet my hazel ones. A content smile makes it's way onto Harry's face, his dimples perfect as always.

"And so you should." He cheekily remarks, a teasing smile makes it onto his face and my jaw falls dramatically, a laugh uncontainable.

Abruptly, I force him to take Zazu into his arms, allowing me to make a quick and playfully offended escape. I make my way in the opposite direction, only to find Zazu now running beside me. "Shit." I mutter to myself knowing Harry's hands are now free and I have no hope in getting away from him.

As suspected, Harry's large hand holds a tight grasp on my forearm then spinning me around so I clash into his hard and toned chest without warning. He smirks down at me knowing he has succeeded. "I love you more." His voice whispers into my neck, his sultry warm breath sweet against my skin, his fingertips running up my sides only to hold my face gently in position as his lips near mine. His taste is euphoric, his beautifully plump lips making goosebumps rise on my skin as always, he knows he does this to me, he knows the effect he has on me and its torturous.

"Harry," I mumble into his lips not really wanting to pull away, "the," he kisses me yet again, not giving me any opportunity to speak a full sentence, "vegetables." This makes him stop abruptly.

"Oh yeah." He turns away from me and into the kitchen, leaving me stood there in a complete daze from his perfectly addictive kisses.

I freeze in my place, not wanting to move just yet. I feel like if I move I'll forget about what just happened, and I don't want to. Strong arms lift me up and carry me to the couch, Harry sits down with me on his lap allowing me to cuddle into him and nuzzle my face into his neck, his husky smell filling my senses as I grab securely onto him. "Its not ready, we have a while yet." He mumbles to me, taking out his phone and checking his messages.

I decide to do the same and swipe my phone from the coffee table in front of us. The majority of my messages are just people wishing me and Harry a Merry Christmas, so nothing out of the ordinary. I tap on the Twitter icon and bring the page up, "I'll have to call my mum in a sec, she wants to wish us a Merry Christmas." Harry remarks, his eyes focused on his Twitter feed now too.

'@Hemma_4_Eva: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! #Hemma #iloveyou'

'@Chel-loves-1d: Merry Christmas! I love you guys so much! You're the perfect couple! x'

'@LADZdirectioner: Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you asked for! You're both amazing, and hot. #MerryChristmasHemma'

'@TheStylesPals: Merry Christmas!! Could I have a follow? It would be the best present ever? <3 x 34'

I smile at their kind words, every one of mine and Harry's fans are incredible, and support us no matter what. After replying to some and following a few people I decide to send a tweet out to my lovely followers.

'@EmmaStyles: Thank you for all of your lovely messages and Christmas wishes! We love you so much and hope you have an incredibly Merry Christmas <3 xx.'

Not even seconds later I receive an enormous amount of mentions from everyone wishing us a Merry Christmas. My heart warms at all of them taking time out of their days to send a perfect little message to me, they are truly amazing.

I look through my timeline and find a tweet that Harry had written a couple of minutes ago.

'@Harry_Styles: The happy snowman gave me chocolate today.'

I roll my eyes at him; Of course, he's referring to his advent calendar but the fans don't know the context behind Harry's random tweets so it makes him look completely mad. Which is actually hilarious. "Harry wish your fans a Merry Christmas!" I scold him playfully, a light chuckle escaping his lips at my words. I look again to find what he has written:

'@Harry_Styles: I've been told to wish you Happy Christmas by the mean lady beside me @EmmaStyles'

I roll my eyes at him and smile, it's better than nothing let's face it. But he quickly writes another tweet, when he does I can already hear the sound of all of the fans hearts melting as they read it.

'@Harry_Styles: I love you @EmmaStyles.

And Merry Christmas everyone, have an amazing day! Love you .xx'

I smile at his words and lean over, pressing my lips softly to his, taking him completely off guard. He smiles and prepares his camera, "Christmas selfie." I smile as the words escape his lips making me laugh.

He holds the camera up and we both smile naturally at the small lens, our dimples exposed and our eyes bright as we hear the typical shutter sound, capturing our faces cutely in the picture. He edits it and posts it to Instagram, commenting 'Merry Christmas from the Styles family'.

"You're such a softie you know." I smile at him, kissing his cheek teasingly at his cheesy actions. He's so perfect.

"You love it." He smiles wrapping his arms around my waist whilst I hug him, bringing his face to my chest and enabling him to hear my fastened heartbeat. Knowing it's the result of his euphoric touch.

"I love you." My lips lightly peck the top of his head and hug him tighter, "Now we need to ring your mum." I break our contact, although Harry seems to have other ideas as he sits me down next to him, pulling my legs so the rest over his thighs; his warm hands tracing patterns on my skin as I dial the familiar number of my mother-in-law.

"Hello?" Anne's sweet voice answers after a couple of rings.

"Hi mum!" Harry smiles as soon as he hears her voice.

"Hey sweetie, Merry Christmas!" She chuckles, happiness is clear through her tone and I can tell she is excited to hear from Harry, I know how much she misses him.

"Merry Christmas Mum, are you all okay?" Harry asks inquisitively, he is very family orientated, so when it comes to them he drops everything to listen and speak to them.

"We're all fine, just cooking the Christmas dinner, we've opened our presents which was nice and we're going to be eating soon. Are you okay? How's my wonderful daughter-in-law?" Anne asks lovingly. I smile at her flattering words, Anne is a very easy person to get along with and is always there for support if and when you need her. We've grown close over the last two years and I wouldn't want it any other way, we have a wonderful relationship.

"I'm fine thank you Anne, we're just preparing our Christmas dinner now. I hope you're all having an amazing Christmas!" I cheer into the speaker so she can detect my enthusiasm.

"Hey sweetie, yes today has been wonderful so far. Have you opened your presents yet?" She asks cautiously.

Harry clears his throat in warning almost, signalling to his mother not to go any further, what do they have planned? "No, not yet we haven't" Harry answers swiftly before I can even take in a breath.

"Okay, well I'll leave you to it. Merry Christmas both of you!" She cheers finally.

"Thanks mum, you too!"

"Bye Anne, Merry Christmas!" Harry hangs up my phone and clears his throat again making me suspicious, "what was all that about?" I ask him, my gaze never leaving his as he fiddles nervously with his fingers.

"Nothing." He mumbles to himself, only just loud enough for me to hear.

"Right, presents! I want to know what you're hiding!" I get up and sit on the floor next to our beautifully lit Christmas tree and next to the few sporadic presents beneath.

"Fine." He huffs playfully, although I know internally he's jumping around like a child. I pass him his first present and he rips it open without fuss, finding a new Rolling Stones shirt underneath. His eyebrows cocks up and he smirks at me, "is this a replacement for the one that you 'borrow' and refuse to give back?" He chuckles, using his fingers to insinuate the quotation marks.

I simply shrug cheekily and watch him move onto the next present, he rips it and finds its two bags of the original Haribo. "The Supermix is rubbish." He teases me knowing it's my favourite, which just results in me gently punching his bicep.

He moves onto his third present, again ripping the paper off in excitement like a child would. He pulls out a large glass photo frame that contains pictures of him with the lads, him with his family and him with me; He smiles at the pictures, remembering the memories of those particular days.

After a few more presents he finishes, and places all of his ripped wrapping paper into a plastic bag beside us. "Your turn." He smiles at me, handing me a couple of presents, "now this isn't it, your main presents are in the garage." He informs me thusly.

"Okay" I nod ripping open the first item to find his 'Midnight Memories' album lay underneath, I glance up at my cheeky yet adorable husband and watch him shrug innocently.

"What? You said you wanted it." He laughs making me do the same.

"Thank you, I love it." I smile at him genuinely, I can play it in my car. I rip open the second one and find 'Our Moment' sat in my hands and I chuckle again.

"Again, you said you wanted it." I laugh at his defence. "Now for your actual presents." He takes my hand and drags me through the kitchen and stands me at the garage door. I check the vegetables while I'm here and see that they still need to be in for a little bit longer. "Close your eyes!" Harry shouts demandingly through the closed door. I do as he says, hearing the door open and close behind him. "Okay open them."

My hazel eyes flutter open and land on the beautiful bouquet of flowers in front of me, every single flower bursting with colour, and the floral smell perfect as I take in my beautiful present. "Oh my gosh Harry, these are stunning, thank you!" I coo, reaching over to place a kiss on his lips before taking the bouquet into the living room, placing them on the coffee table in the centre of the room.

"Read the card." His husky voice remarks behind me. I grab the small folded card and open it, reading his perfect print handwriting.

'Merry Christmas Emma, I hope you have an incredible day. You mean so much to me and I want you to know that I love you more than you could ever imagine, stay beautiful. All my love, your husband, Harry .xx'

I smile at the beautiful card, turning to place yet another kiss to his lips, although this one is more heated than the others, my hands travelling up his toned sides and through his curls, pulling every now and then to earn a throaty groan. "You still have one present left, yet babe." He smirks in between my firm kisses. "Come on." His large hand engulfs mine and he drags me to my previous place stood in front of the garage door. "You know the drill." He chuckles.

I smile and close my eyes waiting intently for his return. Harry is a brilliant gift giver, he always knows the perfect things to get someone, and it's all because he listens; he hooks onto every want or need of a person and remembers it. What their favourite food is, favourite colour, favourite film, anything and he will always get something perfect and meaningful.

The garage door creaks open and I hear Harry's shuffling, he whispers but unfortunately it's not loud enough for me to hear, what the hell is going on?

The next thing I hear is jingling, metal tapping against each other frantically as he moves around; then I feel something wet hit my face and I open my eyes immediately at the contact.

"Oh my god Harry!!"

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Theres a picture of Zazu as a kitten on the side <3

Dedicated to LiamLovesMe2 because she is wonderful and is really supportive of my writing <3 she is also really lovely too! Thank you :)

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