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[horansqueen]

It Feels Like Christmas - Part 8

It feels like Christmas Just like Christmas It feels like Christmas with you...

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I was nervous, I had to admit. I wanted everything to be perfect when Mimi would get here. She had agreed to come home to bake cookies but hadn't mentioned the party. I didn't want to insist but I kept my fingers crossed. Perhaps she was right, maybe it would end up being awkward, but it didn't matter, as long as she'd be there.

I heard someone knock at my door and rushed to open it. She sent me a smile and pressed her lips together as if she was actually shy but still allowed her eyes to look inside.

"Hey..."

"Hey Mimi, please come in."

She took off her boots and walked inside, and that's when I noticed her socks. They were red, white and green, decorated with candy canes and christmas lights, and the sight made me smile.

"Love the socks." I pointed out with a chuckle, looking up at her.

Her lips curled into a smirk and she handed me a bag. It was red and white with sparkles and I grabbed it, making some fall down on the floor. I glanced at it, not even in a hurry to clean it up , and took the bag from her.

"I'm very glad you do!" she replied as I looked through it.

The first thing I grabbed and took out of the bag were socks. They were similar to hers but were decorated with little Santa Clauses and colorful gifts. I chuckled and sent her a smile, holding them up and shaking my head a bit.

"They're amazing, I'm gonna wear them tonight." I chuckled as she moved her chin in my direction.

"There's something else that you can wear right now." she told me, glancing at the bag and making me frown. "I sort of expect you to wear it, actually."

In the bag was a Christmas shirt with a big tree on it and at the bottom was written "OCD : Obsessive Christmas Disorder". I started laughing, wondering how she picked so well and I quickly reached for my shirt near my neck, pulling it off and placing it on the couch before putting on the one she just gave me. When I was done, I looked up at her and chuckled again when I noticed her mouth half opened and her surprised expression.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yea." she replied, blinking a few times and making me laugh again.

"So, you're going to need a Christmas shirt too."

She raised her eyebrows up and shrugged, unzipping her coat and opening it quickly only to show me the shirt she was wearing. It was all black with a gingerbread man cookie who was missing a foot and at the top was written "Bite Me!". I laughed again and shook my head, licking my lips.

"Well, that represents you quite well."

"Thank you!" she just replied, a smirk gracing her lips.

She took her coat off and I took it before placing it in the closet and walking back to her, clapping my hands together with a smile and rubbing them together. "Ready to bake some incredible Christmas cookies?"

"Uhm, yea, but first, you need to know that I'm horrible in a kitchen." she admitted, sending me a sorry face as her nose raised up in a grimace.

My eyes roamed on her and I felt my heart twist at how endearing she was. There was no way Mimi Armstrong was 'horrible' in a kitchen or in any other places.

"Mimi, 'horrible' is probably the worst word to describe you." I admitted, taking a step closer as my eyes traveled slowly from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. "I'm not the best baker but I'm sure we can do some edible cookies together."

Her lips curled more and she licked them before biting on her bottom one for a few seconds. She finally nodded and I held my hand out to her without thinking. Her smile faltered and she looked down at my hand before looking up in my eyes. I could have backed away and taken my hand back, but I didn't want to. She seemed to think for a few seconds and finally, she slid her palm against mine. It was not the first time I held her hand in mine but every single time it brought a warm sensation inside of me.

We walked to the kitchen and when we got between the island and the fridge, I pulled on her hand and made her twirl around. She giggled, probably not expecting it, and finally turned slightly to look at me.

"Thank you, Niall." she let out in a low tone, tilting her head.

"What for?"

It took her a while to answer but I kept my gaze locked on hers as I waited.

"For being you."

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After following instructions, spilling flour everywhere, dropping an egg on the floor and adding too much sugar, we finally put the cookies in the oven and both leaned our butts against the island.

"Good job!" I let out, turning to her and holding my hand up for a high five.

"Don't scream victory yet, we haven't tasted them!" she chuckled, raising her eyebrows.

"Come on, Mimi!" I insisted, moving my hand slightly.

She rolled her eyes, a smile spread on her lips, and finally slapped my hand, making me chuckle. She crossed her arms on her chest and turned back to look at the oven while I kept staring at her. I couldn't count the number of times I had thought about kissing her ever since we met but the number had two digits, maybe even three. She turned her head to send me a small smile and my heart jumped. Definitely three.

"What do you want to do while we wait?" she wondered, turning her body my way and placing her hand on the counter.

I glanced at it, tempted to put mine on top of it, but decided against it. "Christmas movie, maybe?"

She grimaced and It made me laugh. "Okay but nothing with orphans getting a family, and nothing with lost dogs."

"Mm, you're making this harder than I thought." I joked, shaking my head. "Why no dogs though? You seem to me like the kind of girl who loves dogs. In fact, I bet you've always wanted a dog when you were young, am I right?"

"That's literally 90% of all the girls in the world, put your crystal ball back, Horan. You're no mind reader or fortune teller!" she joked, making me laugh even more. "I love dogs, but there's no way I'm crying in front of you."

"That's cute." I just replied with a smirk. "Come on, I've got the perfect Christmas movie for you."

She frowned but followed me to the living room and I sat on my couch. She stared at it for a few seconds until I tapped the spot next to me and I could tell she was hesitating. I didn't know exactly why she was so reluctant but I could only guess it was that part of her that was scared to get attached to anyone who would end up leaving her after a while.

There were so many things I wanted to tell her and although I couldn't promise her that I would never hurt her, I knew that I would tell her i'd never abandon her, if only I was not so scared of her running away from me after I spilled that out.

She finally sat next to me as I placed my arm on the back of the couch. She leaned against it and I felt her blonde hair tickle gently my skin. I could definitely get used to that.

"Love Actually?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and turning to me.

"Mmhm, you've seen it? It's a classic." I shrugged.

"That movie isn't even twenty years old. It can't be a classic." she argued, turning her body slightly and taking the remote on the couch. I felt her leg and part of her thigh lean on my lap and did everything I could not to glance at it. "You can't be serious."

"It's a classic, stop arguing with me!" I let out, grabbing the remote from her hand.

The movie started and she opened her mouth to say something but I put one of my fingers against my lips, staring at the tv. "Shh!"

Slowly, her mouth closed and a small smile appeared on her lips but she remained silent. We watched the movie but it was hard for me to focus on it. I felt her move closer with time and eventually, she leaned her head on my arm, near my shoulder. I tried not to move at all, not wanting her to move further from me, and I glanced at her from time to time. I could only see part of her eyes and the top of her head but it was enough for me.

I don't know how long we stayed like that but the oven beeped and she sat up, turning to me with a smile. I was a bit disappointed that she was not close to me anymore but seeing the smile on her face made me happy anyway.

"Okay, moment of truth!" she let out as I paused the movie.

We got up and rushed to the kitchen before I took the cookies out of the oven. She moved closer, bringing her hand up and I slapped it slightly, making her look up at me.

"You need to let them cool."

"So it's going to smell like that all over your apartment but we can't have a taste?"

The look on her face made me laugh and I turned around to open the fridge and grab the milk. "Yes, but I'll prepare us two glasses of milk to drink with the cookies."

"Or to hide the disgusting taste if we failed."

I laughed again as I filled the glasses and she leaned against the island. "Where's your mom?"

"She's helping them prepare the party." I explained, shrugging a shoulder.

I hoped that me mentioning it would start a discussion about it but we remained silent for a few more minutes before I finally turned around and grabbed a cookie. It crumbled a bit and I cursed in a breath.

"We were supposed to let them cool down." she pointed out, taking a step closer.

"I guess I couldn't wait." I grinned, placing half the cookie in the palm of her hand.

I pushed my half in my mouth completely as she tried to do the same but she could barely close her mouth and it made me laugh. She chewed for a few seconds and finally swallowed before licking her lips.

"Okay, not bad for a first time."

I had an x-rated thought crossing my mind but I kept it to myself and just smiled at her. "And we have a movie to watch."

She nodded and we placed the cookies in a plate, bringing it and our glasses to the living room. I looked at her as her eyes roamed on the cookies, taking a few seconds to pick one, and it made me realize that I enjoyed her company so much that I would be okay with spending many days in a row with her;.

"Let's make a deal." I let out, leaning against the couch again and placing my arm on the back of it, in hope that she would cuddle me again.

"Okay, what is it?"

"If you actually enjoy this movie, you'll come with me to the party tonight."

Her eyes roamed on my face and down my chest as she seemed to weigh the pros and cons and finally, her eyes met mine. "Okay, but if I end up going, you drive me back home whenever I'm tired, you never leave my side and..." she stopped and licked her lips. "And you..."

"Yes?"

She pressed her lips together and shook her head, glancing at the cookies before looking back at me. "And you give me one of your cookies."

I knew it was not what she wanted to ask for but I didn't argue. I just let my lips curl as I looked at her. "Deal."

We stared at each other again for a few seconds and she finally nodded as I started the movie again. This time, she didn't wait : she just moved closer and leaned her head on my shoulder, making sure despite herself that I wouldn't focus on the movie at all anymore.