When you'd finally arrived at Harry's childhood home you were completely passed out, leaning against the window.

Harry couldn't help but look over at you and smile as you slept peacefully – he had a plan formulating in his head about how to ask you but for the moment he wanted to just admire you.

For the almost four years that you had been in his life he couldn't remember being happier. From the moment he met you he knew he wanted you in his life, but he never knew you'd be so important to him.

Maybe it was the time of year or maybe it was just you, but he felt himself overwhelmed with you.

After having sat outside the house for a good fifteen minutes Anne came to the front door to see what on earth her son was doing – Harry caught her eye and nodded.

"Baby," he whispered gently smoothing a hand over your head. "We're here."

You stirred and stretched before you fully woke up. "We're here?"

He chuckled but nodded. "Yeah and my chief snack giver fell asleep on me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you quickly apologised but Harry shook his head.

Leaning over he kissed you softly, a hand going to your thigh. "Come on baby, my mum is basically dancing at the door."

You laughed as you caught sight of Anne who looked utterly excited dressed in her light up Christmas jumper and reindeer antlers.

"Y/N!" Anne exclaimed from the doorway as you made your way up to her, leaving Harry to unload your bags.

You squealed back as you hugged her tightly. "I've missed you."

She held you at arm's length as she pulled away. "I've missed you too dear."

The two of you then proceeded to watch Harry unload the bags, which he did with absolute grace. "I've trained you up well, haven't I?" you joked.

Your boyfriend chuckled but dropped a kiss on your cheek and then his mother's before making his way into the house.

The two of you then spent the next two hours catching up with Harry's family but Harry was finding it a little hard to concentrate fully.

And so, he excused himself to get ready for bed, claiming that the long drive had took it out of him, and he knew it wouldn't be long before you joined him.

When he got to his room, he pulled out the ring box that he had hidden in his suitcase. He placed it on your pillow and then settled himself into bed.

"Hey love," he greeted as you walked in and busied yourself with finding your pyjamas.

You smiled at him but as you did so you noticed the little blue box sat on your pillow.

Harry followed your eye line and a smile graced his face. "Call it a Christmas Eve present baby."

"Since when do we do Christmas Eve presents?" you quizzed as you walked over, sitting down on top of the covers to grab the box.

You were met with a shrug from your boyfriend. "I thought we could start a new tradition."

He smiled at you and placed a hand on your leg before nodding to the box. You took that as your cue to open it and when you did your breathing faltered for a moment.

In front of you, sitting beautifully in a little blue cushion was a gorgeous engagement ring – one that you probably never would've pointed out yourself but as you looked at it even more it seemed perfect.

"What do you think?" Harry quietly asked you, his hand still resting on your leg.

"I think I'm asking for you to ask me a question," you responded with a small smile on your face.

He laughed but nodded, getting up from bed and making his way over to your side. He took the ring box from you and then got down on one knee.

You could still hear the tv downstairs playing the classic Christmas tunes, you glanced out of the window in front of you it had started to snow and then your eyes settled on the man in front of you.

"I thought that for our fourth Christmas together we should change things up a little bit," he joked with you as he took your hand. "And if you'll have me, I'd really like to spend our fourth Christmas with you as my fiancé so baby, will you marry me?"

With the biggest smile on your face you nodded almost instantly, and an identical smile broke out on Harry's face.

He slipped the ring onto your finger whilst you both smiled far too widely. "Thank you for saying yes baby."

You giggled, leaning down to kiss him. "I suppose I should thank you for asking me too."

Chuckling Harry climbed back into bed giving you a chance to get in next to him. Within minutes the two of you were curled up together with your hand on Harry's chest, both of you admiring the ring that now sat on your left hand.

"So, by next Christmas am I going to be Mrs Styles?" you joked, tracing a finger over one of Harry's tattoos.

"Baby if I had it my way, you'd be Mrs Styles by new year's," he told you and you could tell by his tone he was serious.

Giggling you kissed his chest. "I'll settle for next Christmas."

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Written by Hannah.

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