116. #Christmas Special: A Holiday Tradition
#Christmas Special: A holiday tradition.
Louis: Along their lives, he took great liking to teaching his two little boys how to play football. They kicked the ball around in the snow on Christmas Day as you and some of the other adults set the table and finished preparing the food. Soon afterwards, Louis and your two sons would come back into the house, famished and ready for dinner. Louis would be glistening with sweat and snow, a sight to see.
Niall: For just a while, a few nights before Christmas, he'll book a relaxing mini vacation for just the two of you as his mum and dad look over your son. You to will go Christmas shopping, or see a light show, all the while him holding your hand and rubbing your back to keep you warm in the cold. He'll give you some kind of red or white lingerie, stripping it off of you on the last night and loving you deep.
Liam: Year after year, when all of your family members and his mashed together in one living room, you two would share parts of the story of how you met on Christmas Eve, a terribly cold day in London when he set his eyes on your beautiful self. Every Christmas Eve he'll tell the same story, just in another point of view that no one has heard. To this Christmas, he's still happy as ever with you and your daughter.
Zayn: Every Christmas Eve before the clock strikes twelve, you and your husband scurry around the house, in search of the presents for your children that you hid not long ago. He munches at the cookies that the children left out, drinking some of the milk, and then leaving a small message that said, 'Santa was here. Merry Christmas!' as you set the presents under the tree, careful not to wake up your little ones.
Harry: The two of you plus your daughter would sit in front of the fireplace, you lounging against his muscular back as he watched Christmas movies with your daughter, listening intently to her comments and laughing with her when something funny happened. Cookies and milk would be passed around, and him and his daughter would wipe the milk mustaches off each other's lips, giggling sweetly.