Hope

Title: Hope

Parings: Harry/Louis

Word count: 1602

Summary: A new year eve one shot with Larry. Harry has acted quite weird the last year or so and that worries Louis. He tries his best to get Harry to talk to him, but Harry keeps rejecting him.. He even reject him on Christmas eve. A week later Harry finally tells him what was "wrong".

Author's note: Good day mate. Finally it's Sunday again and it's also the last Sunday of 2012! Since tomorrow is New Year eve I thought I would find my New Year Larry one shot for you guys. However I feel like I'm going backwards with my posts, because this one is at least one year old as far as I know... But I don't think I've many "old" fics left and that means there will soon come brand new once, yay! But I won't keep you busy reading all of this, so enjoy love! There comes the last one shot of the year, Hope. xx MMA

When I came down in the hallway between the kitchen and living room, I saw Louis get up from the couch, who had its back against me. When Louis came around the couch, I saw from the light of the Christmas tree, that he wore boxers.

He had a smile on his face, his head was tilted slightly to one side as he slowly and gently stretched out a hand. Louis saw my sad face when I refused him and walked out the front door.

           

I was about to start crying when the front door closed behind me. The desire to go back was almost too strong, so I tied my hands and forced myself to get my body into the Taxi that was standing in the bottom of the drive belt. However, my whole body wanted to go back inside to Louis who was alone, on a Christmas Eve. Louis Tomlinson 20 s birthday. Truly enough, we had celebrated the birthday and Christmas Eve already, with family, some friends and Eleanor.

But now, to leave the person I wanted the most and highest in the world, alone on Christmas Eve. The desire grew within me, but again I forced myself to think of something else. After a little while the Taxi stopped at the ending of several tall buildings.

I called on one of the many doorbells, but I also rang the doorbell I had called on perhaps a little too rare, but all too often as well. A watchful, but light female voice answered it.

"Hello." It said and I hid my sadness as good as I could when I answered.

"Hi Emily." The voice of Emily was happy and hopeful as she happily answered.

"Oh, hey Harry. Come up please." The familiar click of the front door came for certain that it was open. I opened the door, just as Emily did a few minutes later for me at the door to her own apartment.

Emily was a year younger than me, she was frail and thin. You couldn’t see what she had got on December the 1st.

Actually, she was born with brown hair, but she had dyed it blonde, she had once talked about that it made her more attractive that way. Otherwise, she had yellow, green eyes, light baby soft skin and was about ten inches shorter than me.

I embraced her in a hug while I whispered.

"Merry Christmas Emily." She went into the small apartment before me and into her living room.

"She has been sleeping for a while so she will probably wake any moment, especially since you have arrived." I returned the smile she gave me and saw that the little baby gently woke up and opened its small eyes.