#lets bring that tag back we need some positivity here 😩

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I just really would love some Harry fluff of any kind I’m not picky I’m just needy😩

Hiii babes!!! Ask and you shall receive! It’s holiday themed fluff if that’s okay? This is honestly just the first thing that popped into my mind so I hope you like this short little blurb!💖

Summary: You and Harry have some last minute gifts to wrap✨

“Did you wrap this gift in the dark?” Harry lets out a huff as he looks up from his current position on the floor of the master bedroom near his side of the bed where he’s surrounded by things still needing to be wrapped as well as a small pile of things he’s done wrapping or placing in gift bags. When he looks up he finds you sitting on the floor near your side of the bed holding something he wrapped last night in a hurry, needing to get it done before you got home. “Why is there so much tape? And is that a-”

“I beg your pardon? That’s a perfect wrapping job considering who the gift is for.” He says in his own defense making you raise a brow as you look at the tag on the poorly wrapped box. He nervously chews on his bottom lip as he waits for your reaction once he sees your eyes scan the name on the tag.

“Harry we said no more gifts for her.” You say with a sigh as you look at the pile of wrapped presents that are along the wall your bedroom door is on. “She’s going to need a second playroom for all this stuff.” Harry follows your gaze and smiles at the thought of your little girl’s face as she opens all her gifts.

“That’s the last thing.” He promises with a smile making you roll your eyes because you heard him say the same thing just last week and yet here you are with another gift in your hands for the two year old little girl who’s currently asleep down the hall. “Besides half of those are clothes so they’ll just go in her closet.” He justifies with a shrug before reaching over to the pile of unwrapped gifts so he can grab one, gently placing it on top of the red and white polka dotted wrapping paper he’s using at the moment.

“Are you wrapping your own gift?” You ask as you slide Harry’s sadly wrapped box towards the wall so it can join the others that are ready to be placed under the tree in the living room.

“My own-oh is this for me?” He holds up the mug that’s in the middle of his wrapping paper and turns it around so he can read what it says but before he can actually get a good look he feels something hit his forehead and land in his lap. “Did you just throw a bow at me?”

“You were about to look at your gift what else was I supposed to do from all the way over here?” Harry lets out a laugh as he picks the bow up and tosses it back over to your side of the room making you giggle when he misses you completely and it lands a good foot away from you. “Be a good husband and bring it to me please? So I can wrap it for you.” You poke out your bottom lip in a playful pout as you look at him from across the room.

Harry looks at you as you wiggle around on the floor with your pillow so you can put it behind your back once you get close enough to the footboard of the bed so you can lean against it. You let out a deep sigh of relief and he can’t help the grin that takes over when he sees you place a hand on your fully formed bump, having hit the “due any day” mark a few days ago he knows getting comfortable is often times a struggle. He gets up after grabbing the mug, making sure he doesn’t look at what it says and after a few careful steps he’s standing next to you.

“The pout wasn’t necessary love.” He teases as you reach up and grab the mug from his hands and place it in the gift bag that’s between your spread legs. You smile when you look up and see he’s still looking down at you, he places a hand on top of the bed so he can lean down and place a quick kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips before giving them one last peck.

“I love you too.” He smiles as he stands up and turns to go back to his designated wrapping spot. “But if you get her one more gift I’m telling your mom how you really felt about her fruitcake.” You threaten making Harry chuckle as he shakes his head at your choice of a threat.

“Fine fine no more gifts for her.” You narrow your eyes as he sits down and grabs a pack of customized golf balls to wrap for Niall. He can feel your eyes on him as the corners of his mouth twitch as he fights off a smirk. “But I may have a few more things for him in this pile.” He explains as he tosses a quick look over his shoulder to the pile of gifts he has left in need of wrapping, his eyes landing on a little pair of sneakers he got that might or might not match a pair he has in his own closet.

“You think he’ll show up in time for Christmas? Or will he wait for New Year’s Eve?” You ask as you rub your stomach with one hand and place some tissue paper into the bag with Harry’s mug in it, smiling when you remember that it says “Daddy is a state of mind” in bright pink font, having been obsessed with that quote ever since you heard Pedro Pascal say it during an interview and figuring it fit Harry’s personality perfectly.

“Oh he’s going to make quite the entrance so I’m betting on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.” He answers as he begins to wrap Niall’s gift with some green and white paper.

“He’s going to make an entrance huh? Wonder who he gets that from.” You joke making Harry shoot you a playful glare before both of you go back to wrapping gifts, trying to finish most of it so the next few days you can relax and enjoy the holiday festivities as well as the final days of the Styles household being a little family of three before your son decides to make his arrival.

[falllpoutboy]

i need a cigarette

[clatterbane]

As it was, though? We got to pay for somebody to sand and refinish most of the floor surface in there, after Old Landlord came by unexpectedly to pick up mail and spotted that cat mark in the hall before I could get around to trying to remove it through less drastic measures myself. 🙃

Really wishing I had done it sooner--or at least that Mr. C had the presence of mind to quickly set something over it before opening the door. (At least the guy knocked...) But, shit happens. And that guy does have at least one cat himself, to know how they are.

It's also irritating that, with the mostly open floorplan, other than bedroom/office and the bathroom off the hall? They apparently couldn't just refinish the hall for that one spot. It was all the continuous floor area, not separated behind an actual threshold. 😑 Not sure how right that sounded, but okay.

I did get way more irritated earlier tonight, though. Come to find out, Mr. C made the mistake of trusting Landlord when he said he knew of somebody to do a final thorough clean in there.

We knew we were going to need to find somebody to handle the final moving-out sweep, with some more thorough cleaning involved. What I could handle was more limited than I would have liked, and he is frankly terrible at it besides having too much on his plate already. So, I found a couple of promising-sounding cleaning company prospects specifically listing packages like what we needed, and sent him links!

So yeah, he was staying busy enough and under enough pressure to get other shit taken care of, that he didn't get around to doing that. I know he's been under even heavier adulting pressure, trying to juggle so much crap on top of a demanding job--as the main interface person who is fluent in the local language and knows way more about how to even go about doing things here. With not the greatest executive function either, as a baseline.

I have felt bad about all that he was needing to try and take on at the same time--and under fairly heavy time pressure. Which has also thankfully let up some!

At any rate, it was evidently looking more tempting by that point to just take Landlord up on the offer of setting us up with a cleaning service. 😩

You can maybe guess how well that worked out.

Now, I kept posting photos showing the inside of Temporary Apartment the whole time we were there. Y'all got to see how far from terrible a cleaning job that should have been. Yeah, it needed a good final sweep-and-mop job--with better attention than I was physically able to give to dusting surfaces, and wiping down some hard surfaces like windows and cabinet doors that I couldn't reasonably take care of. The windows definitely needed a good washing.

Wasn't overly happy about needing to bring professionals in to take care of that stuff, but again? Shit happens.

But, you guessed it: it wasn't that simple! Apparently Mr. C got a pretty much last-minute quote from the bunch Landlord hired today. And was feeling some sticker stock, to say the least.

They were practically sounding like they needed to burn the whole place down and start over. We're talking Augean stables levels of work, according to their estimate (200 man hours minimum!!!)--naturally with the "URGENT work before Landlord really needs to move back in" price tag to match.

But yeah, there's not much we can really do, at this point. ¯\_(��)_/¯ Pretty much have us over a barrel, as they're (all 😑) no doubt aware. We could try and dispute the charges, if anyone here had the spoons to deal with all the extra aggro. But, if that were the case? We wouldn't be in this position at all.

Relieved to be getting out from under the whole mess, tbqh. And also biting back any "I told you so"s (even though I kinda did). He's the one actually paying through the nose to get shed of the situation. And I can well imagine that he is already feeling shitty, and kicking himself more than plenty over that misjudgment.

Once again, I find myself very glad indeed that we don't have another apartment under us, just part of the laundry and trash rooms. As my klutzy wheelie ass is in here at nearly 3 a.m., clunking over thresholds which I haven't gotten very good at judging yet, and dropping shit onto the hard floors. 😒

Betting some of the neighbors at Temporary Apartment really loved me! 💀 Never saw any of the infamous passive-aggressive notes, but it may have been just as well that we didn't have access to the housing association FB group there.

That's another way I've been able to start feeling more at ease, since we moved into this new place that's all ours--or, at least as much as any coop apartment can be. No need to worry nearly as much about scuffing up our own doorways, or bumping the chair into other surfaces it could potentially leave marks on, either! Or possible damage to the finish on what I'm fairly sure are also non-polyurethane treated wood floors in here!

(Seriously though, what kind of maniac leaves a kitchen floor unsealed against moisture?! That's nearly as bad as the '70s carpeting approach. Not that the kitchen floor was what we ended up on the hook for refinishing, but jfc.

We didn't manage to get the one in here done before moving in, just to be safe. But, whatever we or the cats could manage to do before we can swing it? There's nobody else to be breathing down our necks. Makes a huge mental difference every time I drip water or spill something on it, I tell you what.)