Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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When I said you get a new chapter when we reach 3k I didn't expect it to be this fast, but I keep my promises, so here you go. Last one for a few days. x

Christmas was like every year in the Tomlinson household. They spent time together as a family, had a huge meal Jay always insisted to cook although they never even ate half of it- Louis and Mark engaged in a competition who could eat more as always and complained after that their stomaches hurt-, played board games and if the landscape was coated in snow- like this year- they made a long walk in the woods much to the boys' dismay, but they agreed nevertheless to make their parents happy which ended in a snowball fight and when they were back they sat in front of the fireplace with hot chocolates, watching Christmas movies.

Normally Louis went clubbing with his friends in the evening, but this year he wasn't in the mood so he stayed home and had to endure his parents' worried looks who were thinking something was wrong with him because he barely went out anymore.

When he went to bed around midnight he tip toed to the bathroom and did his best to be quiet because Harry went to bed an hour ago already and he didn't want to wake him up. When he was done he went back to bed and got under the thick covers, slightly shivering from only wearing boxers but he was never one to wear pyjamas or shirts to bed, apart from when Harry was sleeping in his room. He sighed contently when his body warmed up and snatched the remote from his nightstand turning on the tv to be able to fall asleep easier.

He was just about to slip into his dream land when he felt his duvet moving and then his arm lifting before a body was pressed against him.

"What're you doing here?" He rasped out without opening his eyes and let Harry place his arm around himself.

"Can't sleep." Harry mumbled.

"Bub, I told you-"

"-No sleepovers anymore, I know. But Lou, only tonight. Please!" Harry begged. "It's Christmas!"

Louis sighed deeply, he knew it was a bad idea, he knew he shouldn't give in now, but he just couldn't deny him, not when he was sounding so urgent and desperate.

"Fine. Only tonight, but it's the last time, yeah?" He muttered.

"Yes! Thank you, Lou!" Harry chirped and hugged him tightly so his hand rested on Louis' back, the skin instantly warmed up his palm and a tingling feeling formed between the touch.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let go of me so I can put my pyjama on." Louis mumbled stiffly. He noticed how Harry snuggled closer to him but he forced every possible thought that popped up in his brain away.

"W-why?" Harry frowned and the confused tone in his voice made Louis' eyes snap open and he studied his face that was really close to his own and a shiver ran down his spine seeing the pleading glimmer in his eyes.

"Because..." Louis swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. "Because I'm cold." He said quickly.

"But it's warm here." Harry argued quietly not once blinking or averting his eyes from Louis'.

"Still." Louis whispered and squirmed uncomfortably.

"Okay." Harry pouted and let go of him so Louis could get up and quickly slipped on some pyjama bottoms and a shirt before getting back in bed. "Can you cuddle me?" He asked quietly when Louis was settled and laid on his back making sure to have some distance between them.

"Harry..." Louis sighed.

"Please, Lou!" Harry begged.

Louis stared at the dark ceiling having an internal fight with himself. He wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and fall asleep like this, but he couldn't. It frustrated him and his heart stung that his eyes started burning and he squeezed them shut tightly.