OUR.LITTLE.TREE // 21.DEC.18 //

Ok so uh I'm continuing this series just because I'm partial and don't wanna give it up. I hope yall dont mind :joy: :+1: 🏻 Also, I'm writing another Christmassy one but it's based on last year (when they "got married") since I didn't want to do a huge time skip. ALSO THIS IS WRITTEN IN HOW I WRITE NOW AND ITS SO DIFFERENT FROM HOW THE REST OF THESE ARE WRITTEN HOPE YALL DONT MIND

But before we get started, here are links to part twenty (now part 21).

And now, here is part 22 (which will actually be part four)!!! Hope you enjoy, lovelies :cupid:

"Guys, I don't know how I did it.", I spoke to the vlog camera as I turned it to face a sleeping Niall.

"He fell asleep in the recliner last night while we were watching tv and I didn't want to disturb him so I just left him here. Babe.", I rubbed his shoulder a little to try and wake him up. This unfortunately didn't wake him up. "This gonna be harder than I thought. Give me just a few minutes, guys.", I turned off the camera. "Niall.", I spoke a little louder and shook him a little more. "Babe.", I sat down in his lap and kissed his lips. "Morning, babe.", he kissed me again. "We have a busy day. It's time to get up." "Mmm, no.", he kissed my neck. "It's not time for this." "You smell nice." "Thank you. We need to get going." "Where do we have to go?" "We're going to get a Christmas tree, ?" "Do we have to leave?" "Yes!", I almost snatched his arm off trying to get him out of the chair. "You are gorgeous.", he kissed my jawbone. "Thank you. Go get dressed." "Can you help me pick out an outfit?" "I already laid some clothes out for you." "I'm gonna go shower.", he kissed me once more. "I'll make you some breakfast.", I smiled as his lips left mine. I began making breakfast while listening to Christmas music over my Google speaker. "You've really been grand, but don't you see?", I sang along to Zooey Deschanel. "How could you do this thing to me?", Niall wrapped his arms around me, startling me quite a bit. "You scared me.", I turned to peck his lips. "Oh, you look wonderful." "And you as well."

"Here you go.", I handed him his plate. "It looks wonderful, my love.", he kissed me and headed off to sit down at the table. I grabbed my own plate and drink and headed to sit beside him. We prayed for our food, scarfing it down as fast as we could, eager to pick out a tree. "My first Christmas tree in my first home with my first husband.", I reached across the car and grabbed Niall's free hand as he drove to the Christmas tree farm. "And hopefully your last husband.", he raised his eyebrows at me. "You knew what I meant." "Just making some things clear." We soon reached the Christmas tree farm, walking hand in hand down the rows of trees. Some pine, some fur, some tall, some short, every single tree imaginable for miles.

"What about this one?", Niall pointed to a somewhat taller white pine tree. "These don't have much scent, plus their limbs are weaker and this one's too tall.", I critiqued the tree. "Okay, we'll check out some more.", we headed further down the path. "What about this one?", he pointed out a Douglas fir. "Too short." "Ok.", we started walking further down again. "This one?", he pointed to a noble fir this time. "The needles always fall off these trees. Do you really want me to be sweeping all the time?" "Listen, you!", he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

"Niall James, put me down!", I slapped his butt as an attempt to try to get down from his shoulder. "You're so picky!", he continued to walk with me over his shoulder. "Just trying to make sure we get the perfect one." "Okay, fine. I actually do like the noble fir. I don't want to sweep all the time though." "Well, that's the one we're getting so you might as well get used to sweeping.", he placed me back on the ground. "Brat! I'll make you sweep if you don't hush up." "I'm just kidding, babe.", he kissed me on the cheek. "Do we want it?", he asked, placing my hand back in his. "If you like it, I'm in love with it." "Then, let's chop her down."

We soon found ourselves decorating the tree in ornaments and drinking hot cocoa I had made for the both of us. "No, hang that one a little higher.", I pointed to a glittery pink ornament. He let me decide the color that year, so I decided on rose gold. "Like this?" "Perfect. Okay, the last detail: the angel on top." "Here.", he placed the angel in my hand.

"Isn't she wonderful? I picked her out when I was a little girl and said she would top the tree me and my future husband would have some day. Who knew that day would be today?", a few tears came down my face. "Don't cry, my love.", he kissed my cheek. "I'm just so happy. I wonder if the boy I dreamed of back then was anywhere close to the man I found?", I laughed a little. "I bet not." "Okay, I need you to get me the step ladder." "Who needs a step ladder when you have a Niall Horan?", he bent down so that I could climb onto his back. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd be single and lonely." "I guess you're not wrong.", I laughed, placing the angel on top of the tree. "Dang, I love you a lot." "I love you that much and more.", I kissed him once I was back to (almost) eye level. "Isn't she a beaut?", Niall commented on the tree. "Thank you for the help. Usually my mom and I put up the tree while Bree and Dad slept on the couch while watching White Christmas.", I giggled at my childhood memories as I stared at the tree in awe of how amazing it was.

"Santa, baby. There was one thing I used to need, a ring. Now I'm no longer a Stone. Santa, baby, won't half to hurry down my chimney tonight.", I sang my own version of Santa Baby. "You should be a songwriter.", Niall patted my back. "Thank you, I try." "Merry Christmas, lady.", he copied Michael Buble's intro from Jinge Bells. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Horan.", I spoke in a fake accent. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. No Longer A Stone, Now A Horan."

I LOVE THE ENDING UWU ILL EDIT THIS LATER SINCE ILL BE ON VACATION UNTIL PRACTICALLY NEW YEARS LOVE YALL HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT THX FOR READING THIS