He's Mine

Chapter 3

Louis sat up at the head of his bed, flipping through a book he had got from his sister, Lottie, one Christmas. It was once again getting close to that same time of year; the middle of winter. In fact, it didn't feel like England's usual winter of heavy snow and cold winds. It was in the low fifties, a slight chilly wind, but still no snow.

Louis always loved snow on Christmas morning, regardless that the day before was his birthday. Most people would think: twice the gifts, twice the dessert, more love and celebrating.

No.

That wasn't how it went for Louis. He got less and less gifts as he got older. Three years ago, he stopped getting a birthday cake; his birthday became more of an inconvenience to his parents. His sisters, Lottie and Fizzy, however would bring a cupcake up to him and sing 'Happy Birthday' to him as the years past.

Still, no matter how his family treated him, Louis always loved the idea of spending Christmas with someone he loved. Not that he didn't love his family, but someone he loved romantically.

Romantically.

The only name he somehow associated with that unfamiliar word was Harry.

Harry.

Maybe if he talked more to him, he would trust him. So with that thought, Louis grabbed his phone from his side table and opened his text messages, clicking on the chat that was labeled with Harry's name and picture.

L: Hey, Harry.

L: Harry!

No answer. It's been nearly ten minutes. Harry usually replies in five. Time to whip out the name he really despises.

L: Harold.

Louis' phone buzzed. The notification was from Harry, but with an unusual attitude attached with it.

H: Louis, I'm busy.

L: What are you doing?

Louis wasn't trying to sound offended, he was more curious than anything else.

H: Things.

"Wow, way to be specific Harold." Louis said out loud.

L: What things?

"Might as well try and distract him from whatever the hell he's doing." Louis said as he moved to the end of his bed, laying down and hanging off the edge.

L: Look I'm upside down.

Louis sent the photo of himself hanging off the end of his bed. Once it sent, Louis' weight went to the top of his body, helping gravity do its job of pulling/holding things down.

"Ow! Fucking hell," Louis said, rubbing the back of his head. He took another photo and sent it to Harry.

L: I have fallen.

Louis noticed how great his legs looked from such an awkward angle. Though he didn't like his legs, he did wonder what Harry thought.

He rolled himself over, managing to sit back up to send the picture. Picture sent.

L: I have such nice legs though.

Louis took another of himself in the mirror, adding yet more idiotic comments to go with each picture.

L: Gross, it's my reflection.

His phone buzzed with a notification from Harry.

H: Louis! I'm serious. We can talk later.