~December 24th, 2013~
Louis’ POV
My alarm clock went off signaling midnight and I shot up dancing waking up everyone. James was not happy one bit but I didn’t care. I was officially 22 years old and I am still the hottest guy in the house. Melissa has her tummy barely growing. No baby bump….not until January will the bump start forming…..so sad. Although, I think I’m in a great position to become the Godfather.
I ran into Niall and Mint’s room and started jumping on bed holding James.
“TIME TO WAKE UP! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!” I yelled.
Mint got up and grabbed James, put him in his crib, and she then tackled me to the ground. “It is midnight…..I am tired……I am ready to rip your throat out.”
She let me go but Niall got her up and out of bed being used to this sort of thing on my birthday. I snuck into Zayn’s room and he was sleeping peacefully and I just kept laughing. I went over to him and started to whisper to him. “Zayny, time to wake up.”
He just kept snoring to himself.
“Zayny, time to wake up.” I whispered.
He just snored louder.
Well time to actually wake him up my way. “ZAYN WAKE UP! IT’S MY BIRTHAY TIME TO WAKE UP!” I yelled.
He fell off his bed looking at me with daggers in his eyes. “Run, Tomlinson!”
I sprinted out of his room running into Liam’s and Zayn fell onto Liam’s bed waking Liam up screaming and yelling. “NO DON’T KILL ME WITH THE SPOON!” Zayn started strangling me on the ground and Liam had to pull him off.
“Ugh, Zayny that hurt. It’s my birthday!” I whined.
“Shut it, Tomlinson!” Zayn said. His quiff was screwed up…tehehe.
I left Liam’s room with Niall, Mint, Zayn, and Liam right behind me. I walked into Harry and Melissa’s room. Melissa was cuddled up on Harry’s bare chest. I looked at his new chest tattoo and shuddered. I know I got a stick man on my forearm just for fun but Harry is getting addicted. It’s scary.
I got up to Harry’s bed and noticed room next to him on the other side. I climbed in slowly and started stroking his hair trying to do my best Melissa voice. “Haz, time to wake up.”
“No, Mel.” He moaned stroking my hair now.
