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ho ho ho, and a bottle of rum: a forever hold your peace christmas drabble
long time, huh? i know i suck in every way possible but i thought iâd grant a little christmas miracle with a christmas drabble that i started a very long time ago. after a little tweaking i was finally able to make it work and am ready to share it with you all now! so without further ado, here is a little 5k+ non-canon christmas drabble full of santa, booze, and the lovely fhyp gang. hope you all missed them as much as i have, and happy holidays!
Christmastime was meant to be the most wonderful time of the year â there were only hundreds of songs written in its honor. This was when happiness was meant to linger in the air along with that hint of holiday magic that couldnât bring anyone down. Birdy Thomas liked to believe that she could feel that magic of the holidays whenever December finally rolled around, when she finally got to see the people she loved at their most festive. But despite the joy and jubilance of Christmas, there was nothing that could have gotten the scowl off her face at that very moment. Why was it there one might have asked? None other than the holly, jolly Santa Claus himself.
(Well, the one at the Westfield Shopping Centre anyway.)
She was too nice of a person, she thought. Her day couldâve been filled with Christmas films and heated blankets in her flat, but instead she was watching her neighborsâ twins while her neighbors spent long hours at the hospital treating trauma patients. While a day of watching movies might have sufficed for Birdy when it came to Mia and Tommy Winchester, who were some of the most restless kids that she knew, they needed more stimulating activities to pass their time.
With the combination of doe eyed looks and more âplease Birdy?âs than she could take, theyâd ended up right where they were currently; waiting for the shopping centreâs Santa to finally see them. Birdy only wished sheâd opted for some more sensible shoes as opposed to the heeled booties sheâd decided on at the last minute.
âBirdy, Iâm tired,â Birdyâs eyes averted from the long queue ahead of her, glancing down to catch the look of discomfort on Tommyâs face. âWhen are we going to see Santa?â
Birdy sighed, ruffling the top of Tommyâs curls. âYouâd have to tell me that, mate.â
âThis isnât Santa,â Mia declared, folding her arms across her chest. Tommy turned towards her, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
âWhat are you talking about?â Tommy inquired, taking on a defensive look almost immediately. âOf course itâs Santa. Heâs got the beard and everything.â
âSo? You think that every man with a white beard is Santa?â Mia retorted swiftly. âSanta doesnât exist.â
Birdyâs eyes widened just as Tommyâs mouth dropped widely. âYou donât know what youâre talking about! Santa exists! How do you think we get those presents under the tree?â
âMummy and Daddy.â
Tommy scoffed. âThey do not give us Christmas presents. Only presents we get from them are on our birthday.â
Now it was Miaâs turn to scoff, her hands going onto her hips before her head tilted upwards. âBirdy, could you please tell Tommy that Santa doesnât exist? Because Iâm pretty sure that I overheard my teacher say something to my mum about how he doesnât and my teacher doesnât lie.â
âBirdy, could you please tell her that Santa does exist?â Tommy countered with a hard glare in his sisterâs direction. âBecause Mum and Dad have said that he does and Iâm pretty sure that they wouldnât lie either!â
âYou think that someone as fat as Santa can really squeeze into every chimney in the world? Or knows what every kid in the world is doing enough to put them on a naughty or nice list?â
âHeâs magical! He can do what normal people canât!â
âOh yeah? What about people who donât have chimneys? Do you think he just skips them? And how can reindeer carry a huge man all across earth? Does that make sense to you?â
âHeâs magic. Magic people can do magical things. Thatâs the whole point of them being magical in the first place!â
The twins ended up silent, both peering towards Birdy for a confirming statement that she knew very well she couldnât give. She instead let out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of her neck before pointing forward.
âLookie there! Queueâs moving! Who would have thought?â She decided to use as her cop out, taking this opportunity to skitter ahead. Mia and Tommy continued to bicker behind her and all she could do was let out a sigh in relief. Though she did have a drama background and the ability to do improv like a champ, there was a difference between being able to conjure up replies for a stage and conjuring up an answer for whether a childhood character was real or not.
The wait was proving to be even more unbearable than Birdy first thought, fifteen more minutes going by before she was ready to kick her shoes off and sit down on the assortment of presents that had been stacked high beside her. Mia and Tommy were even worse than she was, outright voicing their complaints and whines until Birdy was close to pulling her hair out.
They were almost at the front of the queue when a tall body wedged their way between Birdy and the kids, at least six foot of person standing right in front of Birdy while whistling âItâs Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmasâ. She glanced at the man up and down, a scoff leaving the back of her throat as her eyes narrowed on him dangerously. If there was one thing Birdy Thomas didnât tolerate it was being jumped in a queue â especially one sheâd spent so much time to get to the front of.
âHey!â She exclaimed to the back of the manâs beanie clad head. âWeâve been here for a great amount of time and you think itâs alright to cut ahead like that? I donât know where you were raised exactly but surely you were taught better manners than that.â
âI dunno, I was pretty bad back in primary school,â Birdyâs temper immediately eased upon hearing the responding voice, a crooked smile on Harryâs face as he turned around to face her. âMustâve never been corrected.â
Birdy rolled her eyes. âLiar. You were a prince in primary.â
âI know I was,â He replied smugly, leaning down to leave a kiss on her lips.
âHow nice of you to join us, Dimps,â She said with a shake of her head, glancing down to take in the red sweater that Harry was wearing that had a cute Christmas tree dead center. Mia and Tommy immediately rushed towards him afterwards, their arms wrapping around his waist to give him a squeeze. âOi, donât act so happy to see him. Itâs just Harry.â
âYes, but they love and appreciate âJust Harryâ. Apparently more than you do,â Harry gave her a pointed glance as he hugged the twins back. âHow are you lot? Ready to see Santa?â
âSo ready!â Tommy exclaimed, grinning. âBut Mia thinks that Santa isnât real. Isnât that weird?â
âYouâre weird for believing in that old man in the first place!â Mia retorted. âYouâre just weird in general.â
âYouâre weird!â
âNo, you are!â
Harry chuckled as he watched the two of them, giving Birdy time to roll onto her tiptoes and whisper into his ear. âI was about to go insane.â
âTrust me, I could tell,â Harry said, laughing slightly. âDid you know that your texts show what kind of mood youâre in? Youâve been emoji-less all day. I was about to ring the police.â
âI am floundering,â She said through grit teeth. âI canât be the one to break a little boyâs heart, Harry. In fact, I wonât. I already did it to Izzy when she was younger and I swear to god sheâs held the biggest grudge over my head ever since then so Iâm not going to be the one to do it here. Might as well go ahead and tell him about the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny if I did and thereâs no way Iâm going to ruin anything thatââ
âBird,â Harry said simply, the simple utterance of her name causing her to shut up on sight.
She wet her lips, nodding slowly. âSorry.â
âDonât apologize, just.. breathe,â Harry suggested, cheeky half smile on his face. âDonât worry about it. Itâll be fine. Even if he did figure out that Santa doesnât exist, it happens to everyone eventually. But he wonât, alright?â
Birdy blinked once. âI just want to go Zara.â
âIt wonât be more than five minutes, muppet. Be patient,â He said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
âYouâre right, I suppose,â Birdy muttered, shaking her head. âTimes like this remind me how I am the overreacting melodrama whilst you are the calmer and levelheaded one of the two of us. Maybe I should start listening to what you say.â
âMm, both you and I know thatâs not going to happen,â Harry said, slipping an arm around Birdyâs waist and drawing her close enough to kiss her once more. âI actually wanted to talk about somethingââ
âQueueâs moving!â Tommy exclaimed, tugging on Birdyâs arm and jumping ahead excitedly.
âA babysitterâs job is never done,â Birdy sighed, escaping Harryâs grip and following behind the twins. There was a single family left stopping them from finally meeting the centreâs Santa Claus and it couldnât have come soon enough. Tommy was bouncing on his heels at the thought of seeing Santa while Mia was standing idly by looking all but enthusiastic at what was ahead. The varying personalities in the two were apparent, it was almost intriguing for Birdy to watch.
She glanced back in Harryâs direction, catching his hands going into his back pockets while he bit down on his bottom lip. âHave you got plans tonight?â
âWas planning on packing,â He replied. âIâve barely made any headway and I leave tomorrow afternoon.â
âGangâs all meeting at Stanza tonight and I was hoping for a fun little hangout before we all go our separate ways,â Birdy replied, taking out her phone and briefly flashing her and Liamâs text log in Harryâs direction before stuffing it away again. âBesides, how much do you really need to pack for Punta Cana anyway? Some swim trunks? Sunglasses? Tequila?â
Harry let out a small breath, looking displeased. âAnother year without snow. You know how I feel about that.â
âYes, but not all of us can be so fortunate,â Birdy countered. âI know you donât like hot Christmases but just know that there are some people who would die to be suntanning on a beach after unwrapping presents.â
âYouâre of a different breed, Birdy Thomas,â Harry declared, bringing a smile to Birdyâs lips. âBut if you are so keen on suntanning then you could alwaysââ
âOh my god,â Birdy cut him off, a gasp sounding as her hand clapped over her mouth.
âWhat?â Harry asked, furrowing his brows. âIs everything alright?â
âI know that Iâm the overreacting melodrama and everything so please confirm if Iâm going mad or not,â She started, already starting to snicker. âBut does Santa look familiar to you or is it just me?â
Harry subtly averted his gaze from Birdy to the bearded man only a few steps away from them, his eyes squinting before his mouth dropped as well. There wasnât a chance that the chuckles from either of them would have ceased, especially when the family ahead of them finally dispersed and Tommy and Mia began walking in Santaâs direction.
âHo, ho, ho, happy Christmas little man!â Santa said, voice deep and throaty. âAnd is this your sister here? How are you doing me little peach?â
Tommy hadnât moved any further, a frown beginning to settle on his lips. âNiall?â
âTold you he wasnât real,â Mia said in a snooty tone, her nose going into the air. âBirdy, Harry, didnât I tell him so?â
âYeah⊠Iâll be coming to Stanza tonight,â Harry said through his laughs, watching as Niall glanced towards him and Birdy in absolute horror. âHey mate!â
Birdy waved at Niall afterwards, watching as his gaze dropped to his lap. âItâll definitely a night you donât want to miss.â
Birdy couldnât remember the last time sheâd laughed as hard as she had been for the past five minutes. She didnât need to tell more than a sentence of her âNiall is the Shopping Centre Santaâ tale for the whole bar to burst into belly grabbing, tear wiping laughter. Even Samson had to pause from making drinks to laugh at that new bit of knowledge.
âIâm sorry, but thereâs just no way,â Darcy said, sputtering up a laugh before collecting herself. âNiallâs really Santa? Like Kris Kringle, joy to the world, âmerry Christmas to all and to all a goodnightâ Santa?â
âYes Darce, I donât know how many times I have to confirm this. I saw it with my own two eyes,â Birdy said, her body turned in Darcyâs direction. âHe was miffed once he saw we were there. Thought he wouldnât see anyone he knew all day but somehow me and H were lucky enough. Werenât we, Dimps?â
âWe certainly were,â Harry chimed in with a smirk. âBut hey, letâs not give him a hard time. Heâs just trying to make his Christmas money like all the rest of us.â
âHmm, yeah. Iâm still going to make fun of him. Iâm going to destroy him actually!â Darcy announced happily. âWhere is the little leprechaun anyway? Iâve never been happier to see him in my entire life.â
âI donât know if Iâve ever met someone as cruel as you are, Darcy,â Liam said, a hand going through his hair. âItâs scary but also a little admirable.â
âI think we should listen to Harry,â Anastasia said, sounding as sweet as Anastasia usually did. âWe all know Niall. He could be out there prostituting or selling parts for money, but instead he decided to do something to make the kids happy! Canât we all appreciate that?â
âAbsolutely not!â Louis scoffed, poking his head from behind Darcy. âCan we all grasp that this is probably one of the funniest things that any of us has heard all year? I can understand if Harry and Ana want to be on Santaâs nice list by giving Horan the benefit of the doubt, but this is just plain hilarious!â
âNiall is Santa so he could definitely put them there,â Darcy joked, sending herself back into laughter. She and Louis high fived, rising giggles from Liam and Birdy as well. âI swear; this is never going to get old.â
âYou lot are mean,â Ana mumbled as she turned the drink in front of her with the candy cane printed straw she had been sipping out of.
A jingling of bells filled the room shortly afterwards, the shuffling of heavy boots following as a flash of red darted into the pub. Almost on cue, the heavy sniggers began again. Niall had finally arrived, and he hadnât even bothered to shed his costume before entering.
âYeah alright. Laugh it up,â Niall rolled his blue eyes, pulling the hat off his head and brushing the snow off his jacket. âI donât care what you wankers say â if it werenât for the suit, I definitely would have caught pneumonia by now.â
âI didnât think it could get any better than it already was,â Liam got out, though his laughter was prominent enough. âHappy Christmas to us all, truly.â
âYouâre a right dickhead for telling them all,â Niall shot at Birdy, who hid behind Harry as soon as Niall started to address her. âBut then again, what else is new?â
âOi, they would have found out anyway, wouldnât they?â She replied, holding up her hands in defense. âBesides, I think you make quite the Old Saint Nick. Even though you nearly made Tommy cry.â
âDickhead,â Niall reiterated slowly, turning towards Samson. âGet me something strong and peppermint please.â
âSay no more, mate,â Samson nodded. âWould you like me to add something in there for your reindeer or will they be servicing themselves this evening?â
âCome on,â Darcy cackled, her head resting down on the bartop. âIâm trying to be nice here and youâre all not helping one bit.â
âOh no need Red, go ahead and hit me with everything you have,â Niall told her, shrugging his shoulders. âI can take your weak insults any day.â
âIâll let you get some liquor in your system first. Might make it easier for you to take them,â Darcy mocked a kiss his way, prompting his eyes to roll. âBut seriously, how is the job? How many kids did you promise ponies and functioning families today?â
Niall waited until he had taken down a good amount of the drink Samson handed him before deciding to reply. âYou know what? Being Santa really isnât as easy a job as you all might think it is. It takes a certain skill and finesse that not everyone has. You really have to get into character for something like. None of you would understand.â
Birdy held up a hand. âI act. I think I would understand that better than anyone.â
âTouchĂ©,â Ana nodded in agreement.
âWell then why donât you and your smart mouth try doing what I do then?â Niall inquired, his mouth on the rim of his glass as he took another swig.
âAre you challenging me Niall? Is this a challenge? Is this really what you want to get into? Cause my Santa could wipe the floor with yours, I promise you,â Birdy inquired straight into Niallâs ear, his face scrunching up in reply.
âYouâre like an annoying fly that I canât kill,â He muttered, waving a dismissing hand Birdyâs way.
âYou love me,â She said, giving him a knowing glance before grinning at him. âPlease continue. Being Santa is a hard feat. Tell us more.â
Though he rolled his eyes beforehand, he did end up continuing. âYou have to convince these kids that you know exactly what youâre doing. Personally, I like to throw meself into the job, make the kids feel like Iâm their friend before promising them that toy or service they want.â
âI love how youâre talking about it like itâs a real job, thatâs probably the most interesting part of all of this,â Harry deduced, looking genuinely interested.
âEven though itâs not and by the time Boxing Day rolls around, youâre looking for employment once again,â Louis pointed out, giving Niall a look of sympathy.
âMaybe so, but at least I can pay my rent for the next two months. Was I able to say that before this job?â Niall asked.
âHell no,â Darcy held up her own glass as she shook her head.
âThink that was meant to be rhetorical,â Ana whispered to Darcy.
âTrust me, I know,â Darcy said with a smirk.
âYour arse would be the first one on my naughty list, Red. Be lucky Iâm not actually Santa Claus or else youâd be getting straight coal this year,â Niall grumbled. âCould I get another glass?â
Birdy tutted, watching as her friend received a new drink. âHow can you promise things to little kids when you canât even get your life together in the first place, Ni?â
âHow can you talk to me about children like you arenât wearing a skimpy pair of Christmas themed knickers right now for everyone to see?â Niall shot back, getting everyoneâs eyes wide. Birdy scoffed, shifting awkwardly in her chair and pulling the hem of her shirt down which were slightly ridden up before. âAre those the ones that light up or the ones that sing?â
âYouâre literally the most abominable creature I know.â
âYou want coal too?â Niall questioned. âAnnoying bint.â
âI was trying to be nice!â Birdy exclaimed with a scoff. âThe whole reason I came here was to make sure no one made fun of you as bad as they could. I could be helping Harry pack for Punta Cana right now but I wanted to make sure that these people let you live.â
âThey wouldnât have known about it if it werenât for you! You strategically planned this, donât try and act innocent,â Niall shot back at her. âAnd if youâd rather be packing than seeing me, not only are you annoying but youâre mad too.â
Birdy stuck her tongue out at him before settling her elbow onto the countertop, peering to her left to catch Harryâs eye contact. âAnd you. What do you want? Youâre giving me a look.â
âWhat look?â Harry asked innocently.
âThat look,â She said with a tap to his slightly pouted lips. âThe look you give when you want something.â
âI donât know what you mean.â
âYouâre not the only one who can read people around here, Dimps,â Birdy remarked, a smile playing on her lips.
Birdyâs smile drew one out of Harry almost too easily, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he leaned closer to her. âWell, I would like to see these Christmas knickers Niall was going on about.â
Birdyâs eyebrows went up in surprise. âOh really?â
âYes maâam.â
She hummed, nodding slowly. âIf you end up on the nice list you might be able to. Or if I end up on the naughty list. Either or, your chances are looking pretty nice right now.â
Harry laughed, his green eyes flashing up before they went back down. âIâve also got this Christmas wish of mine that you could very possibly grant for me.â
âLittle old me?â
âYes, you,â He confirmed playfully. âIâve been wondering â hoping actually â Â if, uh, if it was possible for you to maybeââ
He hadnât finished his sentence before a loud whistle cut him off, followed by Louisâ voice. Â âDo you lot want to join our drinking game? Or would you rather gaze lovingly into each otherâs eyes while weâre all pissed out of our minds?â
Harry laughed awkwardly. âWe were actuallyââ
âA drinking game?â Birdy repeated, her attention piqued. âWhat kind?â
âItâs called âAll I Want For Christmas Is You,ââ Liam said slowly, waving his hand in the air like the words were hovering above his head. âWe go around and we all say what we want someone else to do for Christmas â a risquĂ©, grown up version of course. If that person doesnât do what theyâre asked of then they take a shot.â
âItâs like truth or dare but without the truth, and Christmas-y,â Anastasia explained further. âBut no worries, embarrassment is definitely still a part of it.â
âIâm gonna end up really drunk by the end of this, arenât I?â Birdy asked candidly.
âThereâs a very, very high possibility,â Darcy replied.
âCount me in then,â Birdy smiled, taking the shot glass that Niall slid her way. âYou playing, Harry?â
Harry sighed, shaking his head before smiling half heartedly. âIâll pass. I drove.â
âYou could sleep at mine! Come on,â She insisted, shaking her boyfriendâs arm repeatedly. âPleaseeeeee?â
âIâm alright, I promise,â He said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaning against the counter. âBesides, itâs been awhile since I saw you all make arses of yourselves.â
âSay no more, Styles!â Louis exclaimed. âIâll go first. All I want for Christmas is for Santa Claus Horan to take me on his sleigh.â
More laughter followed, along with the clatter of Niallâs shot glass once he drained it in one go.
âOh my god,â Birdy said, running a hand over her face as she moved closer to her bathroom mirror. âI am so drunk right now.â
She staggered backwards, accidentally running into Harry who grabbed her by the waist and steadied her. Birdy had been drunk enough times to know how to handle herself whenever she was, but she couldnât deny that having an extra set of eyes to keep track of her didnât hurt. Especially on nights when she was feeling as wasted as she was right then. Harry always took care of her, most times more than she felt she needed to be. But thatâs how he had always been, constantly making sure that she was alright.
âI should have dropped out sometime after the eighth. The ninth one was that big holy grail moment. The whole âyou should stop now but you know you wonâtâ kind of thing,â She rambled on, shutting the lights off in the bathroom before beginning to stalk towards her bedroom. âBut Iâm much too stubborn. You know I donât like backing down from a challenge.â
âI know, baby,â Harry indulged her with a laugh, following behind her. âItâs one of your best and worst qualities.â
âItâs definitely one of my worst,â She said before flopping onto her bed and closing her eyes. âIâm giving up drinking.â
âReally?â Harry asked with a clear tone of disbelief. He sat down beside her, his fingers pushing the hair out of the way so he could see her face. âNow that would be the day.â
âI mean it, Harry,â She tried to say adamantly, trying not to slip over her words. âFrom this moment forward I am done with liquor. Iâm a new woman.â
âNew Years is right around the corner, Bird.â
She paused, swearing under her breath once she realized he was correct. âItâll have to be after that then because New Yearâs is always best when youâre a little bit drunk.â
âJust a little bit?â
ââŠA lotta bit.â
Birdy wasnât sure if Harryâs doubt annoyed her due to his lack of faith or just showed how much her boyfriend truly knew her drunken ways. Either way, she was far too inebriated to worry about it.
âThe roomâs spinning a bit,â Birdy confessed, her words muffled by her duvet. She was sure that Harry had heard her regardless though, considering how he kicked off his shoes and slid further up the bed, pulling her into his lap afterwards. She closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne and body wash. No matter how far away she might have felt mentally, he always brought her back to some semblance of reality.
âIf you throw up on me, Iâm leaving,â Harry remarked with a poke to Birdyâs side.
âI wasnât planning that but it could always be arranged,â She muttered into the crook of his neck with a smirk on her face. âAnyway, you canât leave. Cause I wonât see you again until after New Years and Iâd like a bit more time with you.â
âYouâve been with me most of the day. Thatâs not enough for you?â
Birdy shook her head slowly. âIâd be around you all the time if youâd let me. Unfortunately, you find me irritating and call me mental all the time so that doesnât happen.â
âBut am I lying?â
ââTis the season to be a dick, I guess,â Birdy scoffed while Harry chuckled right against her forehead, stopping only to press a kiss against her skin, making her even warmer than she already was. âMâgonna miss you. Truly. Iâll be in Leeds eating Yorkshire puddings and missing the hell out of you. Meanwhile youâll be in an island paradise. Life is not fair.â
Sheâd expected a declaration of the same caliber from Harryâs end, one where he went on about just how much he would be thinking about her in the sunny weather or how he would avert his eyes every time he saw a woman slicked down in oil, but instead there was silence. Just Harry combing through her hair in a way gentle enough to put her asleep right there and then.
âYou know, Iâve been trying to ask you something all day,â He finally spoke after another long bout of silence. Birdy was so beside herself that she couldnât even pinpoint what he was talking about. âShould have been asking you this a long time ago actually.â
âAsking me what?â Birdy asked quietly, opening one of her eyes up. âIs it about my knickers? Cause you can see them if you want to. All you have to do is ask nicely.â
Harry chuckled, looking at Birdy like she was the most endearing thing in the world. âNo, not your knickers. Iâm sure theyâre very nice though.â
âAre you sure? They light up.â
âYes, Birdy. Iâm sure.â
âThen what?â
He shrugged his shoulders. âI was gonna ask if you wanted to come.â
Birdyâs eyebrows went up in an inconspicuous fashion. âSo you donât want to see my knickers but youâre asking me if I want to come? Because the answer will always be yes.â
âJesus, Bird,â Harry ran a hand over his face, looking at her incredulously. âI meant if you wanted to come on holiday with me.â
Birdy couldnât help but widen both of her eyes, pushing herself up so she could look at him properly. âTo Punta Cana?â She asked for clarification.
âYeah,â Harry said. âIf you wanted to.â
ââIf I wanted to?â Harry, do you know the level of that request? Thatâs at least six Christmas presents all in one,â She scoffed, shaking her head. âMad, that.â
âI shouldâve asked you earlier but I kept getting cut off,â He continued. âI also didnât know how youâd feel about it, considering how last minute the request was. Plus, you always do Leeds and I know that your mumâs Christmas dinners could have stories written about them and itâs all very last minute butââ
Birdy shushed him before he could finish, putting a finger up to his lips. She wasnât in a place where she could comprehend his long winded sentences. âYouâre inviting me to Punta Cana and you think my motherâs roast is going to hold me back?â
âYou say that like her roasts arenât out of this world,â Harry replied before biting at Birdyâs finger, which she responded to with a frown. âI figure itâs too late for you to reconsider now.â
âSays who?â She questioned with a laugh. âIf I wasnât completely smashed I would be packing right now.â
âYour family wouldnât hate me if I whisked you away?â
âWould take a lot for them to do that. I guarantee theyâll manage just fine without me,â She said with assurance in her muffled tone. âMum might have something to say but sheâll get over it. Win and Finn will be able to take third and fourth servings of food without a side eye and Izzy will just ask me to pick her up something. A t-shirt or a man, one or the other.â
âI am not at all surprised,â Harry said, looking pleased. âWe can give it another day or two. Time for the both of us to pack and for you to sober up.â
âYou donât think this would be the perfect way to link with your family in the DR? Heavily under the influence?â Birdy asked sarcastically, prompting Harry to let out a loud cackle.
âYour choice, love. Might loosen you up a bit,â He retorted with a shrug.
âDonât tempt me,â Birdy waggled her eyebrows, nuzzling back into Harryâs neck and letting her eyes fall back closed. âI just have one question for you.â
Harry went back to combing through her hair, his milky tone replying back, âAnything.â
âAre you packing the tequila or should I?â
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