Marry Christmas wish you Larry Stylinson- English

4. December- wish list

//Louis//

The people on the TV are moving their mouths and Louis is sure about that they speak, but he can't concentrate on what they talk. A heavy cough is once again shaking his body so his vision moves fast and the people on the TV jump up and down. Just as his cough attack was over, he has to sneeze several times and the people jumped like before. He feels so miserable and his skin is literally glowing - in a sweaty, sick way.

Since yesterday Louis has the flu and can only lay in the bed or on the couch. Fever is annoying him, the toilet has gotten a known place and the head ache won't disappear. Right now, Louis is alone at home, Harry had to go to work, the clothes in his shop ,,See&Sew" won't sell itself, unfortunately. Louis can't blame him, he also would prefer sitting behind his tattooing table than sitting or more laying on the couch and do nothing except coughing.

Louis sighs and turns off the TV, he didn't follow the storyline anyway. Then he closes his eyes and hopes to sleep without further interruptions.

As he wakes up, he feels much better and with joy he noticed that he slept over two hours without feeling the need to throw up or take a painkiller. But he has a pale taste in his mouth, so he decides to get up and drink a cuppa tea. On his way to the kitchen, he feels again a little dizzy in his head, so in the kitchen he makes his way straight to the little desk and sits on one of the two wooden chairs. For a moment, everything is spinning around in the kitchen, the lamp, the second chair, the toaster and even the fridge flies around his head. Quickly he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breathes.

When he's sure that it's over, he opens his eyes again and looks down on the table - right onto a white piece of paper and a small red pencil. Curiously he picks up the paper and turns it around, looking if there is something on the back, but it's empty just as the first page. Harry must've put it here, Louis thinks and stares at the paper, but why?

He shrugs his shoulder and get up carefully, not wanting to let any things fly around again. He walks over to the kettle to boil some water for the tea. Then he grabs the tea cup, which Harry gave him last christmas, with the label ,,Every man needs a teddybear", but Harry just stroke through the ,,teddy" and wrote ,,Louis" next to it. He was so happy about it, Louis found it not that funny. Secretly he loved it in any kind of way, but he didn't let it Harry know; even though Harry knew it by himself.

Deep in his thoughts, he puts in a tea bag in the cup and sits down with it back at the piece of paper. An idea is making his way to his mind, he takes up the pencil and just for fun, he writes something on the paper:

Dear Santa Clause

Louis smiles and spins around the pencil, thinking about his idea, then he decides to give it a try and continues to write.

Dear Santa Clause

My name is Louis Tomlinson and I'm an adult, but even though I'm a grown-up I'll write you my wish list. Right now I'm a little bit bored so I thought why not put my thoughts into a letter, I hope you don't mind.

First, this year I finally want to have another cup for my tea. The one, that Harry gave me last year, is just childish and sappy as hell. I was, am and will never be a bear, even though my mom used to call me Boo Bear. Maybe when you wrapp in my cup you could also write a letter to Harry and explain it to him, for once and all.

At this point, Louis remembered that he boiled water for the tea and got quickly up and pour the hot water inside his cup. Then he continued to write on his letter to Santa.