When you had asked your boyfriend to start decorating for Christmas whilst you took a quick nap on the sofa, you were expecting to wake up to at least a few of the decorations hung up and possibly the tree having been constructed. That thought was very much incorrect though. When you woke up there was no decorations in the lounge, well that was frankly a lie, there were many decorations but they were all lying over you.

You were slightly groggy from the fact that you had just awoken, but it was completely confusing as to why there was tinsel covering you along with various other Christmas decorations being used to cover you.

Letting out a groan you reached a hand out to attempt to grab your glasses that you were pretty certain that you had left on the floor next to the chair however you failed to actually find them.

"George?" You croaked attempting to find them and hoping your boyfriend could explain what the heck had happened.

You felt your glasses be placed into your open palm.

"Looking for these Love?" He chuckled.

You placed your glasses onto your face so that you could actually see clearly meaning you could see the smirk on the ginger haired man who was stood next to you.

"Why do I look like Christmas threw up on me?" You frowned trying to shift but the fairy lights and tinsel were wound around you to restrict you from moving too much and with the other decorations which you knew were breakable you didn't want them to fall to the floor and break.

"Well the Christmas monster decided to pop round and tried some of your cooking and well this happened," he grinned.

You sent him a glare. "I won't cook for you anymore then you idiot if that is what you truly want. So what actually happened? You were supposed to decorate the living room, this doesn't look like you've done much."

George continued to grin down at you, which frankly annoyed you. His grin was generally at your expense but you loved him nevertheless.

"This was by far more fun," he smirked. "And anyway you love Christmas. You can't complain that you are part of it."

"Honestly you are a pain in the arse sometimes. Now can you help me move all of this stuff without breaking it, as although I love Christmas I am not loving being a part of it."

"I think that this was the best decorating I have ever done. You look smashing love," he grinned leaning down to peck your lips which had formed into a scowl.

"George," you stated in a warning tone.

He laughed at your express before raising his hands defensively. "Alright, alright let's get you sorted out then, Miss Grumpypants."

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Written by Charlotte.