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#10 Home For Christmas

COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Louis: "Come home," you begged, voice cracking. It was Christmas morning and Louis was not here. There were no presents under the tree, there was no joy or warmth. Instead, the apartment felt cold without his presence. You couldn't even decorate this year, knowing he wouldn't be home. It was something the two of you had always done together. You huddled on the couch, the clock striking eleven. "I want to, babe. I do," he sighed. Damn, he was tired and damn, was he itchy. "Did you decorate this year?" He asked, hoping to distract you. "No, I didn't put any lights up." You heard him gasp. The lights were his favorite part. "Babe! You have to decorate." No, you thought to yourself, no you didn't. That was something the two of you did together and it just didn't feel like Christmas without Louis running around the house in his Santa hat like always. "Do you remember last year?" He asked suddenly, his voice soft and far away. "Remember how I got caught up in the lights and you said that I should just be the tree this year?" You giggled, remembering the way the lights flashed against his skin. He looked ridiculously adorable tangled in the Christmas lights, and you didn't think any tree could ever compare to the way Louis made Christmas complete. "You looked amazing babe, it was a great look for you." He chuckled, the phone pressed against his shoulder. "Personally, I think I look better this year," he said. Better this year? You heard a knock on the door just as you asked, "What do you mean?" He didn't answer. Instead, you moved to the door and opened it, the phone falling to your feet. There was Louis, wrapped in a mess of white lights, a Santa hat on his head. The rest of the boys were off in the back, waving. "We heard you needed some lights," Harry yelled, his eyes bright. "I've come to light your Christmas up," he wiggled into the house and kicked the door closed. Somehow, those idiots ran a cord from the garage to the front door and Louis was truly glowing. The apartment felt warmer, brighter and finally like home and Louis disentangled himself. "Surprise!" As you wrapped your arms around him there was no denying it, as cheesy and cliche as it was- Louis was the light of your life.

Harry: "Don't come down just yet, we're wrapping your last present," your mother said, poking her head into your bedroom. You didn't care. You didn't want any presents. You wanted Harry and no one seemed to understand that. Last you'd heard, he was stuck in the airport during the snowstorm that had unexpectedly happened the night before. There would be no planes leaving any time soon. You were furious. He was supposed to be home, he was supposed to spend Christmas with you. What infuriated you even more was that he didn't even bother to call this morning to say hello. "Fine," you grumbled. How did no one understand that you didn't care? You were being a real life Grinch today and you hated it but you couldn't drag yourself out of this funk. "Come down!" You mother hollered. You stomped down the stairs, foot steps echoing off the hall. There was an enormous box under the tree that had your name written on it. "What the hell is this?" You demanded, hands on your hips. "It's your present," your dad said, giving you that how-stupid-can-you-be-look. You shrugged. "I don't feel like opening presents," you sat on the couch and eyed it speculatively. You didn't ask for anything that big. "Just...indulge us." Because she was your mother and because you could refuse her nothing, You sank to the floor and knocked on the box. It sounded hollow. You ripped the wrapping paper off and stared down. It had FRAGILE written across the top, but the box wasn't taped shut. You thought you heard laughter but that couldn't be right, could it? You slid your hand under the flap and pulled, a scream lodged in your throat, there in the midst of tissue paper was Harry, a megawatt smile on his face. "Freshly delivered!" He crowed, sitting up. He had paper clinging to his shirt and hair but you were crying so hard you couldn't see straight. "How did you...when did you?" He stood and removed himself from the box, sending your parents a thumbs up. "I got in an hour ago. They just wrapped me up," he held open his arms and you sprinted into them, your heart thawing. "You asked me to come home for Christmas, baby," he whispered, lips at your ear. "How could I say no?" You laughed, pressing your lips to his. They say the home is where the heart is. Well then, there was no home without Harry because wherever he was, he fully and completely had your heart.