LARRY ONESHOTS

~ CHRISTMAS AT TOMLINSONS' ~

*LOUIS' POV*

"How the fuck is that fair?! In which world is that fair play? Daisy, you literally saw the placard she was holding before answering! Fucking liars!" I scream as Lottie, Phoebe and Daisy laugh their asses off; after they cheated their asses off. I am a hundred percent sure the twins peeked and saw the word on the placard already.

"Language, Lou." Harry scolded me but I only glared at him before turning back to my sisters.

"I don't care. I'm the elder one here and I say Hazza and I won. End of discussion."

"What?! No! Majority wins, Louis!"

I glare menacingly all of them and stand up, pointing my finger at the placards to prove how they cheated but Harry interrupts. He stands up and wraps his arms around my waist, making my heart beat a little faster.

"It's a tie. We'll have a tie-breaker after dinner. Come on, now. Dinner is ready."

His scent invading my senses is already lulling me to calm down, but I protest nonetheless.

"But, they cheated. Why aren't you defending us? We clearly won there." I say, with a small frown on my face and look at him, momentarily getting lost in his beautiful green eyes and forgetting all about the game and the people around us. He smiles at me and kisses my forehead before taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the dining room.

"It's Christmas, Louis, and you're the big brother. Be the bigger person."

I sigh, because he has a point. About the tie-breaker, not the bigger person. The girls cheated, bigger person, my ass. I'm gonna defeat them in the 'tie-breaker' round.

"Alright, calm down, brother." Lottie says and kisses my cheeks before settling down next to me on the dining table while I roll my eyes, my anger ebbing away bit by bit.

"Plus," Daisy adds as she sits down right across from me. "Harry is right. You should be the bigger person. Especially since you can't be the taller one."

I start to defend myself but stop when I hear Harry's laughter. A smile automatically sets itself on my face and I shake my head, not wanting to fight it anymore. I look around the table and I feel my smile disappearing. Mum's and Félicité's places still remain empty, reminding me of the empty void in my heart.

As the chatter continues around the table amongst my siblings, I feel my heart sinking from just how much I miss the two of them. It'd been a hard couple of months already, trying to cope with mum gone and what not; but things only went even more downhill when I heard about Félicité.

I still remember how I pretty much collapsed on the floor in tears until Harry walked into the room and helped me hold myself together enough to get into the car, still in tears, as Harry held my hand and drove us to my siblings and Mark. It had been a tough year, but things were starting to look up.

I feel a tear run down my face and Harry's hand laces in mine. I quickly wipe it away and paste on a smile, but he still notices it. He holds my hand tighter and rubs his thumb across my knuckles, comforting me in whatever way he can without making everyone aware of my thoughts, and I'm thankful to him for that.

My sisters are the most important part of my life right now, and even though we fight like hell, I am happy about the fact that they're coping well with the grief and the pain. Even as hard of a year as our family has had, the silver lining is that we've grown closer than we ever were, and I'm thankful to God that we still have each other.

"Well, I'd like to make a toast." I clear my throat and everyone stops their chatter, turning to me and I smile as I look around the table once again; this time noticing the seats that are occupied, and smiling at the beautiful faces looking back at me.

"Well, I know that we've had a rough couple of months, but, umm, here's to the fact that we fought our way through 2019 as a family and umm, here's hoping that 2020 holds great things for all of us. Cheers!"

I say, clinking my glasses with everyone around the table and then doing the same with Harry's glass of red as I sit back down. He beckons me towards him and I kiss him before pulling away and smiling.

"I'm so proud of you, boobear." He says with a grin and I groan.

"Not again."

The laughter and chatter carries on into the night as we all shift from the dining table to the living room and exchanging presents; and even though I still miss mum and Félicité, I feel happier than I have been in quite a while.

It's a good feeling, and I hope it stays for the upcoming year, too.

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A/N. THIS IS REALLY CUTE, DON'T YOU THINK? PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE! I LOVE YOU. :)

~ Love, T.