Louis woke up early on Boxing Day to Daisy and Phoebe swinging his door open. "Time for Christmas presents, darling brother!"
Louis groaned and threw the covers off. He looked at his watch that was on his nightstand. "It's only seven!"
"Live with it!" They left.
Their ability to speak in unison like that scared Louis sometimes.
Louis groaned and pushed the duvet to the side. He had a bit of a headache, but not something some painkillers couldn't fix. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. A shudder ran through his body as his bare feet touched the cold hardwood floors. He quickly dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie.
He had put Harry's collar in his closet the night prior, and his eyes lingered on it slightly. He couldn't wait to have the other man alone once again.
Louis left his room and descended the stairs. He could hear voices from the living room and when he entered, he saw that Harry and his sisters were huddled around the tree, talking about God knew what, but whatever it was, it made the girls laugh.
Jay was in the kitchen, cooking what looked to be waffles.
"Louis!" she greeted. "Finally up, ey?"
Louis ground his teeth. "It's not even eight."
"Don't be so grumpy, boo-bear," Daisy said. "It's present time."
Harry snickered. "Lovely nickname you have for your brother, Dais."
Louis crossed his arms and moved to sit by the tree as well. "I hate all of you."
"Really?" Harry said, teasingly. "I thought we were past this."
"Never," Louis tsked.
"Stop bickering like an old married couple and let's get to the presents," Fizzy said and reached under the tree.
They spent an hour opening and adorning presents. Harry sat and watched, a small smile on his face. He looked so homely, it actually made Louis' heart melt a bit.
Louis needed a drink.
After they ate breakfast, Harry excused himself and said he better be on his way. The girls all complained, Louis said nothing, but he could feel a bit of a pang in his chest. He tried to ignore it.
Louis helped his mother with the dishes.
"You have a dishwasher, Louis."
"It's more cosy to do by hand."
The girls had gone out into the garden. It was relatively warm for the time of year, and, surprisingly, the sun was shining instead of the usual rain that normally adorned the LA air during December.
"So," Jay said as she dried off a plate. "Harry and you."
"What about Harry and me?" Louis asked, his jaw tight.
"Don't lie to me and tell me you're just friends, darling," Jay said. "You might be good at acting, but I'm your mother, I can spot a lie from miles away."
"We are just friends," Louis said, shortly.
"Are you telling me that or yourself?"
"We are just friends," Louis said, scrubbing the plate in his hands furiously.
"Honey, I know you've closed yourself off since Jacob, but Harry seems really lovely—"
"I don't even fucking like him, Mom!" Louis harshly said and put the plate down in the sink. "I'm going up to my room to take a nap, I'm fucking tired. Put it in the dishwasher for all I care."
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A Night in Hollywood
RomanceLouis Tomlinson, aged twenty-six, a world-famous actor, is at the peak of his career. When he is ensured one of the main roles of a queer rom-com, he is thrilled, even more so when he finds out his co-star is none other than the famous Harry Styles...