Before Christmas

Twenty-Four

Harry POV

I got home and let myself into the house, locking the door behind me. I hung my coat up and kicked my shoes off, heading straight upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my bedroom and stepped inside, my foot landing on a folded piece of paper. I picked it up and shut the door behind me, flopping down on the bed and unfolding it. 

It was a handwritten letter.

H,

I broke up with Eleanor. It was meant to be a sort of Christmas present to you because there's no denying that you like me and fuck, I like you too. So, so much. I broke up with her yesterday, told her that the chemistry between me and her was over, said I liked someone else, apologized for being even a little unfaithful to her with my feelings for you and my actions. I'm sorry for kissing you and I'm sorry for initiating those hand jobs. But most of all I'm sorry for fucking up your head, I never realized what I was actually doing to you. All I knew was that I couldn't control myself around you and I needed you, then I apologized because I was scared of breaking up with Eleanor, she's helped me through so much shit and I owed her. But I can't keep hiding my feelings and it was wrong to carry on a relationship when I don't love the person and when I love someone else. Because I do love you, H, I really do. 

I know I should of told you the second I broke up with Eleanor but I wanted to surprise you on Christmas morning, admitting my feelings and my thoughts. If I did that now though, you'd probably push me through the window and I have to be honest, I don't blame you.

I don't know where you are or when you'll get home and read this but I needed to tell you.

Please, please accept my apology and know that everything with Eleanor is over. I love you Harry Styles and all I want for Christmas is for you to forgive me. 

Merry Christmas Harry,

Love,

Lou x

Well. That was something. He really was a dick, but honestly so was I. And he loved me. I loved him too.

Making up my mind in an instant I got up and opened my bedroom door, peering across the dark hallway to Louis' closed door.

I crossed the hall and knocked on the wood.

"Lou?" I asked.

"Haz?" Louis asked. 

I turned the door handle and walked in. Louis was lying in bed.

"I'm so sorry, I love you too." I said.

"I'm sorry too. And I love you." Louis replied.

I stepped over the threshold of the room and shut the door, walking purposefully towards the bed and leaning down to kiss Louis. God, this was the best gift ever. Louis' lips kissed me back passionately. 

After several seconds I pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry but I was so mad at you that I went to the pub and got slightly drunk and I did something really stupid." I said.

"What?" Louis asked.

"I think you might know." I replied.

"You slept with Nick didn't you!" Louis said loudly.

"I'm sorry Louis, I didn't know you'd broken up with Eleanor and I wanted to make you jealous." I explained.

"It's ok." Louis replied.

There was silence for a few seconds and then-

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Louis asked.

"Fuck yeah I'll be your boyfriend." I replied.

Without a second more hesitation Louis kissed me again, pulling me down onto the bed beside him. When we both pulled away I glanced at the clock on his bedside table as it flicked from 23.59 to 00.00.

Gemma was right. We had managed it before Christmas. Louis was my boyfriend, there was no girlfriend, no awkwardness, nothing but love and Louis.

"Merry Christmas love." Louis said, holding my hand tightly.

"Merry Christmas." I replied, pressing my lips to his again.

I shuffled down under the covers and felt Louis' cold feet brush my leg. 

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." Louis said, kissing me again.

I felt like I could never get enough of his lips. Half of me wanted to bite down on his lip and feel his tongue and feel all of him but the other half just wanted to fall asleep with my boyfriend right now. I wanted to wake up in the morning and remember this moment and know that Louis was my boyfriend. 

So I pulled away from those lips that had haunted my dreams for weeks and lay down, resting my head on the pillow. Louis' hand found mine and squeezed it tight.

"Goodnight H." he whispered.

"Night Lou." I replied, closing my eyes.

I felt his lips kissing mine briefly before he laid down and cuddled into my side. I put my head on his chest and let myself fall asleep.