A Very Hobama Christmas

December 7th 2045 (The Tip and Spill)

The next day the family was up early, it was a Monday so Larry and daisy were headed off to school.

Louis came downstairs for a morning tea and was surprised to see Harry up this early.

"You've never been much of an early bird." Louis remarked flirtatiously.

"Oh yeah well with the kids and all it's hard not to get up this early." Harry chuckled as he poured the boiling water into Louis cup.

"Your favourite, at least last time I checked" Harry said with a wink as he slid the mug across the kitchen island.

Louis couldn't help but wonder if Harry was being flirtatious with him or just being nice, it was hard to tell.

"Tonight is daisy's Christmas recital for school, you should join us." Harry added.

"I'll be there, the kid is adorable." Louis said nicely, trying to keep his composure when Obama walked in.

"One cup of coffee for me please harry." He said, sitting at the kitchen island beside Louis.

"Sure thing love." Harry said as he kissed Obama on the top of his head.

Today Louis was going to go about his plan, today was the day that he was going to stain Obamas favourite white couch beyond repair.

Louis looked over his shoulder to see a wine cooling looking room.

May I take a look at your collection? Louis asked.

Of course Louis. Harry nodded.

Louis proceeded into the wine room, shutting the door behind him, dozens of bottles were stacked on the wall, dating all the way back to the early 2000's some of them.

Louis picked you the reddest, most stainy looking one and memorized it for later.

"Well louis we're headed out to the market soon, you're welcome to join us, they have great variety." Harry remarked.

Wow what a softie Harry had turned into, back in the days I knew him, he didn't give a damn about fresh cut vegetables and fancy ass couches. Louis thought to himself.

"Ah tempting offer really but I'm just gonna stay back and relax" Louis said with a big smile on his face.

Okay well we're off! Obama said with a vintage pleasing mesh tote bag in hand shutting the door behind them.

Louis wasted no time getting the wine he'd picked out earlier and proceed into the main living room. He thought he was the only one home at the time but then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Oh it's that kid they have, that stupid kid that's named after a bank.. WELLS shit right. Louis thinks to himself, putting back the bottle of wine.

Hey Louis, what are you up to? Wells asked.

Oh I'm just finishing up me tea then I'm probably gonna chill for a bit. Louis says, trying to play it cool.

I was about to watch some football if you care to join me. Wells offered.

Louis could never and would never pass up a chance to watch football, especially since it's been so long since the last time he watched it.

So Louis and wells sat down to watch the game, Louis forgot about his plan, but the game finished up just in time for Louis to execute what he wanted to do.

After wells left the room, Louis went back in and grabbed the wine. Then he proceeded to spill a tiny bit on the couch. But that wasn't enough for him, it barley made a dent.

So Louis then poured a little more, and that turned into more and more and more. He got quite carried away and then nearly half of the bottle was gone.

Then Louis realized that it would look way too obvious that he did it if he only used half the bottle and put it back. So he decided to pour himself a generous glass and then pour the rest on the couch.

Now the couch was fully doused in this thick red wine. There isn't a single stain remover that can tackle that. He thought to himself. Obama loves this couch so much and now it's ruined. Just like I loved Harry so much and that left me ruined. This was good payback. Louis almost laughed out loud but then decided he needed to dispose of the bottle and find a good reason why the couch was ruined.

So Louis decided that when Harry and Obama got home. He'd explain that he was drinking wine and it splashed on the couch. It was believable but kind of unrealistic since one glass wouldn't do that much damage.

**Time skip**

Obama and Harry walked through the doors and put their bag on the counter.

"Obama," Louis said in his best acting voice.

"Yes Louis" Obama said back.

"I had a wee accident on your couch when I was drinking me wine." Louis continues.

Obama came over to examine the mess only to see the biggest reddest stain on his prized possession.

Obama was speechless and went up to the bedroom, not even looking at Harry or anyone.

Wow that's quite a spill. Harry said.

Trying to clean up the mess but failing.

Tonight was the Christmas concert. And more trouble is due for sure.