My fav Larry Stylinson stories

A Very Merry Christmas to You, Mr. Tomlinson

Okay it's like 1:28 in the morning and Im barely awake so the editing is really poor and this sucks so bad please don't hate me but I hope you enjoy? Merry Christmas to all xx

December 24th is one of the many days that Louis dreads and despises all year long. His birthday. For as long as Louis can remember, he's hated it, hated it, absolutely hated it with every fiber of his being. But not as much as he hates Christmas.

He doesn't know why or what triggered this burning passion of hatred for what is supposed to be "the most wonderful time of the year", but he hates the cheery holiday, the presents, the trees, the lights, the cold weather, the decorations and "Santa" with everything inside of him.

Louis is seated in his black, leather, vibrating arm chair, picking at the croissant in his lap.

He scowls upon hearing his phone ring, and reluctantly stands up to retrieve it, crumbs spilling all over himself when he places the pastry down.

"Hullo?" He grumbles into the receiver.

"Louis, mate! How ya doin'? It's me, Liam! I just wanted to wish you a very happy-one second," Liam pauses, "Yes, baby, Santa is married. No, sweetheart, I don't think he has kids."

Louis rolls his eyes, Liam was most likely talking to his 7 year old daughter.

"I'll answer any question you want if you let me finish this phone call, baby girl. Thank you, sweetie. Anyway, Louis, just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday! Also Danielle and the girls say happy birthday as well."

"Thanks, Liam. I appreciate that." Louis mutters, monotonously.

"Anytime, mate. Doing anything fun today?"

"Nah, you know how much I hate my birthday."

"Oh come on, Lou. You should do something today. Maybe you can use the gift card I sent you to buy something for yourself." Liam encourages.

"Maybe, Li. Thanks again for the call and the gift."

"Anytime, Louis. I hope you have a great day!"

"Thank you," Louis slams down the phone and lets out a sharp exhale.

Goddamn birthday.

He rubs his eyes and drags his body into the bathroom. He glances in the mirror at his handsome, young, clean, shaven face and runs his fingers through his product-filled hair.

"You don't look much older, Lou." He mumbles to his reflection. "You don't look twenty-one at all."

He wanders up to his bedroom and changes into street appropriate clothing. He spritzes cologne over himself before slipping his feet into his gucci loafers.

He reaches for the telly remote, and aimlessly clicks through channels.

"Today is Mark Tomlinson's sons twenty first birthday. We wish this young billionaire a happy and healthy birthday." Reports a cheesy gossip show host.

Louis rolls his eyes and shuts off the telly, grabbing his keys and wallet before heading out of his flat.

He wanders around the streets of London, pondering which store he should go to first. He's always loved shopping, it was a secret passion of his.

Louis has lots of secrets, but his biggest, deepest, juiciest one was probably the fact that he was gay. His immediate family were the only ones who knew about it. His father wanted nothing to do with Louis upon hearing that his only son liked boys.

"You'll ruin my image, the family business. You don't even know what gay is. You're a naive 16 year-old." His father had told him.

As soon as Louis turned 18, he left his parents' flat and brought his own, not that his dad would even notice. Louis still has access to the family bank account, thanks to his mother, Jay, who loves him no matter what.