Getting time off in both yours and your boyfriend's lines of work was very difficult, you worked behind the scenes within television whilst Dylan was an actor – given the fact that it was Christmas time as well, it added to the difficulty of having time off.

The two of you did meet in that cliché way, of you working on his set and he noticed you before talking to you for a few days and he then asked you out.

It had been three years since then, and you couldn't imagine your life without Dylan in it – however, you could do without the paparazzi a lot of the time.

The paparazzi were everywhere, somehow, they managed to find out where you would be or where Dylan would be and it wasn't a good thing.

When you and Dylan moved into your house together, the amount of thought you put into the whole security side of things with a locked gate, security cameras and basically anything else that would keep the cameras out of your property.

You knew that they would be around whilst in public, it was a given with Dylan's job but that didn't mean you wanted to see them in every single place you went.

You had been off for the past couple of days, which was lovely because you got to catch up with sleep and just be able to not do anything – apart from running around the house like crazy to decorate.

Dylan had been stressed for a while, things weren't going right with shooting and he didn't really know how to handle it all.

Plus, you knew that the whole idea of Christmas and making sure people got what they wanted was stressful to him.

Of course, you didn't want him to stay stressed so you had come up with an idea to cheer him up a little and make him have some fun.

You were sat on the sofa, and turned around once you heard the front door open.

A very distressed and tired Dylan walked through the door, dropping his stuff by the stairs and making his way to the sofa.

He sat down next to you. "Hello to you too," you jokingly greeted him which caused him to smile.

"How're you Baby?" he questioned, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

You smiled up at him. "I'm good. But you look stressed," you stated making him sigh.

"Well yeah, I am, but let's not talk about that," he dismissed your worries as he spoke.

You stood up and offered him your hand. "Well, I've waxed the floors, so grab your fluffy socks," you told him. "You need to cheer up a bit, and what better to do than slide around the kitchen with Christmas music blasting."

He laughed but took your hand. "You're crazy but so cute," he complimented you before leaning down to kiss you gently.

"I think you mean, I am in love with Christmas and you."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you once more before you placed some antlers on his head.

"Now, I bought you Rudolph socks, go and find them."

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Written by Hannah.

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