Kay, so I really should be updating my other stories, but I was in the holiday mood. Here's a little Christmas one-shot. Beware, pure McHarrison. If you don't like slash, please don't hate.
Happy Holidays, guys!
"Oh my god! George, look! It's snowing!" Paul squealed. He dragged George to the front door and threw him his jacket. George chuckled and put on his jacket. Paul shrugged his own on, and opened the door so quickly, it almost flew off its hinges.
"Someone's a little too excited," George teased. Paul grinned and nodded. But he soon pulled a disgusting face.
"That sounds wrong, George," Paul said, his ears turning red. Once George processed what he had said, he started to crack up laughing. Paul scowled jokingly and pulled his boyfriend out the door. Paul grinned at the white flecks that fell from the sky. It hadn't rained, something rare in London, but snowed instead. Paul absolutely loved the snow. He could stay outside for hours. He twirled around and stuck out his tongue, catching some snowflakes on it. George grinned at his lover and hugged him, wrapping his arms around Paul's waist. He rested his chin on his shoulder. Paul put his arms around George's neck.
"I love you, George," Paul whispered.
"I love you too, Paul," George whispered back. Suddenly, Paul pulled back and jerked George's hand as both of them fell into the snow, giggling like little kids. They just lay in the frozen whiteness and stared into each other's eyes. They felt so at peace. It wasn't easy for them to be a couple. They had to hide it in public because management thought there would be too much hate from the fans.
"You know, Paul, when I say I love you, I really mean it," George said. He swept a piece of stray hair out of Paul's eyes. Paul smiled and blushed suddenly becoming interested in the hem of his jacket. George gently lifted up his chin.
"Don't hide your beautiful face, love," George whispered. Paul blushed once more. George leaned in and placed a sweet, soft kiss on Paul's plump lips.
"I love those," Paul sighed.
"Love what?" George asked, propping up on one elbow.
"Love your kisses. They spread warmness through my body. You make me so happy, George. I couldn't imagine my life without you. You're my other half. I love you so much, George," Paul said. I tear trickled down his cheek.
"Why are you crying, love?" George questioned, confused. He wiped the tear away with his thump.
"I'm just so happy you're in my life, is all. I'm even happier that you're my boyfriend," Paul explained, tearing up a bit more.
George leaned in and kissed away the salty tears. Paul smiled and placed his head on George's chest. He listened to his steady heart and was eventually lulled to sleep.
George stared at the sleeping beauty in front of him and grinned. How had he gotten so lucky? George didn't want the boy to catch a cold, so he lifted Paul up in his arms and brought him inside. He took off all his outside wear and placed him on the couch. George went into the kitchen to make some tea. He placed the kettle on the stove and went back into the living room.
Paul stayed asleep for hours on the couch. George just watched and drank his tea. He loved watching Paul sleep. It was so relaxing and adorable. Whenever Paul was in deep slumber, he would curl up into a little ball.
The clock showed that it was 12:03- Christmas day. George looked down at Paul and kissed his forehead.
"Merry Christmas, Babe," George whispered and tucked a piece of hair behind Paul's ear.