Christmas Wishes & Mistletoe Kisses [Get Down, Give Joy]
Joe Mazzello x Reader
Authors Note: Merry Christmas @johndeaconshands - I am your secret santa! 🎄
I really hope you like your gift and it brings a smile to your face.
Thank you to @thosequeenboys and @warriorteam1924 for organising such a lovely event and I hope you all have an amazing Christmas 🎄 ❤
Synopsis: The Mistletoe Ball comes around every Christmas Eve. It's the one night of the year where friends and couples alike celebrate an evening of festive fun. This year will be unlike any other.
Song Inspiration: All I Want For Christmas Is You - Lady A
Pairings: Joe Mazzello x Reader
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You were all set for the holidays. The Christmas presents were sitting under the tree, wrapped in pretty red bows that shimmered under the twinkling fairy lights. The stockings were hung up upon the fireplace, ready to be filled and there were plenty of festive treats piled up on the table ready to be devoured. All that was left now was to get ready for the one night you had been excitedly anticipating for weeks; The Mistletoe Ball.
It was the one night a year that everybody in your local town had a chance to dress up and enjoy before the big day. Up until this year, you'd never had the pleasure of attending the ball with anybody other than your best friends but that was all about to change.
You took a look at your watch as you anxiously awaited for the doorbell to ring. Finally after months of tip-toeing around, you had plucked up the courage to ask the guy from work to take you to the ball and to your surprise he had accepted. You were beyond nervous but extremely excited at the same time, pulling out all the stops to make sure the evening was perfect. After picking out the perfect outfit and spending hours getting ready in front of the mirror, the time had finally come.
And it just kept on coming. Checking your watch again, you frowned in worry. He said he'd be here at 7pm and it was now nearing half past. Had you given him the wrong address? Maybe he was caught up in traffic? You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and continued to wait, in hopes that soon enough the doorbell would ring and you would be on your way to the party of the year.
After 45 minutes, the call on the door finally sounded, making you bound to it as fast you could. Expecting to see the dashing face of your date, you were sorely disappointed to see your best friend instead.
"Joe?" You groaned, your lips pouting in disappointment.
"Merry Christmas to you too," he tutted as he allowed himself in, "I was worried about you, the party started half an hour ago,"
You sighed, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your heels and padded into the living room.
"I was waiting for my date if you must know," you huffed.
Joe stifled a small laugh, closing the door behind him and following you into the living room.
"What date?" He asked amused as he sat beside you on the sofa.
You sent him an unamused glare.
"Kyle from work," you huff.
"Wait, isn't he that backstreet boy clone you've been going on non stop about all year?"
"He's not a backstreet boy clone, Joe, he's in accounts,"
Joe cleared his throat.
"I just hoped that maybe I'd get a phone call or something if he couldn't make it last minute," you sighed, scrolling through your phone.
Joe found it highly amusing. You'd been friends for a few years now and he had had to endure all of your heartbreaks and date disasters so this was nothing new. However when he noticed a small tear trickle down your cheek, his smile disappeared.
"Y/N? I'm sorry, I was only -,"
"Oh no, it's fine, ignore me, I'm being silly," you sniffed, wiping your eyes delicately. Just because you were upset didn't mean you were about to ruin the make up you had spent all afternoon applying.
Joe couldn't ignore your sniffles; he was angry. Angry that that arse had stood you up. Secretly, Joe had had a crush on you for at least two years now but had never plucked up the courage to tell you. If he thought letting you know how he felt would make you feel better then he would but he feared it would just make things complicated.
"I feel like such an idiot, Joe," you groaned, your head falling on his shoulder.
He wrapped a comforting around you, leaving a small kiss upon your head.
"Listen - you're dressed up already, why waste a good night?"
You lifted your head up to face him and smiled lightly.
"But I don't have anyone to go with, it will just be another year of standing on the sidelines while everyone who's lucky to be in love dances around me," you sighed.
Joe shrugged.
"You will have someone to dance with,"
You knotted your brows and let out a small chuckle.
"Who?"
"You're looking at him,"
Your eyes widened in shock and butterflies began to flutter in your stomach.
"You don't dance," you giggled.
"I'll do it for you," he winked, "C'mon, the night's not getting any younger,"
You pondered for a moment, biting your lip in anticipation. Secretly, you'd always liked Joe - a lot - but you didn't want to ruin your already tight friendship.
"Okay," you sighed happily, "But you need to ask me properly,"
Now it was Joe's turn to be shocked. He gulped and his cheeks used a bright red as you stood and popped your heels back on. He followed suit and let out his hand for you.
"Y/N?," he asked softly, pulling you a little closer to him, "Can I take you to the dance?"
You gave him a small smile and nodded shyly as you picked up your clutch bag and you both left the house.
The party was incredible. It was like a real life winter wonderland and now you were spinning around in the middle of the floor with the rest of your friends but most importantly, Joe. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck, his hands rested securely upon your waist, making you feel safe.
"Hey, come with me," Joe whispered in your ear.
You felt goosebumps trickle across your skin as the words left his mouth and before you knew it, Joe was gently leading you out of the huge marquee and into the snowy garden outside. The trees, bushes and hedges are littered in twinkling lights and a fresh layer of snow has just settled on the ground. In the middle of the garden was a small gazebo, wrapped in winter greens and even more sparkling lights and a few couples occupied it.
"It's even more beautiful than last year," you smiled, beaming up at the brightly lit structure in front of you.
Joe smiled, unbeknownst to you and helped you up the small steps. The other couples dispersed back to the party and you and Joe we left alone. You let out a small sigh and looked up at him.
You shook your head and without really planning it, stepped up onto your tip toes and planted a soft kiss upon Joe's flushed cheek. Your eyes widened immediately and you mentally slapped yourself when all he did was stare down at you. He was obviously only seeing this as a friend helping out a friend thing and nothing more.
"I'm sorry," you blushed, cringing as you tried to look anywhere other than at him.
"Yeah, that was terrible," he chuckled.
Wait a minute? Was he serious? You were only expecting him to say it was okay, not make you feel worse by making a joke out of the situation.
"You missed completely, come here,"
Joe hooked his finger under your chin and gently brought his lips down to yours in a sweet and well overdue kiss. It was at that moment that you realised that Joe was all you had ever wanted for Christmas and for every Christmas afterwards. When he pulled away, you took the chance to look up into his eyes which were filled with nothing less than all the love in the world for you.
"Can I tell you something?"
You nodded as you bit your bottom lip. Joe leant down to your level, his lips coming close to your ear as he whispered three words that you'd been longing to hear ever since the day you'd met him.
"I love you,"
Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes fluttered closed for a second. Joe faced you once more, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a happy tear that fell from your eye.
"I love you too," you smiled, "Merry Christmas,"
The End
Merry Christmas 🎄❄
