Happy Birthday?
Louis' POV
"Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me.." I sang, my words slurring as I took another chug of the bottle of vodka. Another year without him. What a great birthday. Doesn't feel like a great time to be alive.
I stood up, getting off of the couch and going onto my back balcony, looking over the city. "'I'll be there for your 22nd, I promise love' fuck that..ha." I took another swig from the bottle, the last of it. I walked to the side of my balcony, facing the side of another building. I threw the bottle with everything in me, shattering it against the brick and screaming.
I opened the door to step back inside, stumbling up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked up at myself in the mirror, "he doesn't love you, if he did, he would be here. He would've been here last year too. But two years on my birthday on Christmas, without him. He doesn't love you." I weakly punched my reflection, tears brimming in my eyes.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, inside the bed me and Harry shared..well shared when he was actually here. I curled up in a ball under the covers, pulling them completely over my head.
"I don't need him." I told myself as a sob shook my entire body, my fingers clinching onto the sheets, burning my face into them.
"I need him."
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Harry's POV
I rubbed my eyes as I came into the flat, sighing. What time is it? I asked myself as I looked over at the clock in the kitchen, 3:30 am? Wait. It's Christmas. I smiled, I should wake Lou up and tell him Merry Christmas. Then it hit me, Christmas, it was Christmas. Yesterday, was Christmas Eve, the 24th. Lou's fucking birthday.
I threw my keys on the counter, running up the stairs to our room. I promised I'd be here, I had promised and I had gotten so wrapped up in a meeting with management that I missed his birthday. His fucking birthday. I quickly opened the door, about to run over to the bed when I heard quiet snores from under the covers.
I slowly tiptoed over to my side of my bed, lifting the covers to see a very small Lou with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, his fingers tightened around the bed sheets. I felt my heart shattered, gently brushing my fingers down his cheek and along his jaw. I climbed into bed, wrapping my arms around my lovely Louis, his arms instinctively wrapping around me, but tighter than normal. I kissed his head, murmuring into his hair, "I'm so sorry."
Suddenly a quiet strained voice croaked out, "you promised." I felt tears well in my eyes, a few spilling over onto my bed cheeks as I looked down. My eyes were met with beautiful but sad, tear filled blue eyes and shaking lips.
My voice cracked as I ran my thumb along his jaw, "I know. I'm so sorry."
Suddenly, he hit my chest, hard, pushing me away from him. "Sorry doesn't fix it." I reached out for him but he slapped my fingers away, "If you loved me, why didn't you come like you promised?" He cried at me, his voice shaking and breaking as he sat up. "You would've left that stupid fucking meeting and come home to spend time with the so called 'love of your life' on his god damn birthday. That's what you do when you love someone." Louis screamed at me as he climbed ontop of me, hitting me in the chest as hard as he could over and over, his tears hitting my face as they fell. "Why didn't you come home! Why," he said as he hit me again.
"Why," hit.
"Why," hit.
"WHY," hit.
I grabbed his hands stopping him. He looked at me, his face twisted in pain, tears streaming down his face as I sat up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I looked at him, tears running down my cheeks as well.
"I do love you." I managed to croak out before I pulled his face to mine, my lips pushing against his feverishly. I cupped his face in both of my hands gently as he roughly kissed back, his hands finding their way to my curls, pulling on them gently. I pulled away from a second. I looked at him and smiled. I moved so as I was straddling his hips.
I looked down at Lou, his beautiful lips slightly swollen, his blue eyes glistening with tears, his cheeks red from crying. My heart felt as if it would explode. I kissed his hair. "I love you." I kissed his forehead. "I love you." I kissed his nose. "I love you." I kissed both of his cheeks. "I love you." I kissed his lips lightly. "I love you."
I kissed every part of him, from the tip of his head, down to each toe, each time telling him I loved him. Lou began to sob again as I held him close to me. Letting him curl into a ball in my arms, I kissed his head again. "I love you. Please never think I don't. I may get caught up in things, like meetings, sometimes and forget things, even very important things. But I always love you. You are my Lou, my boobear, my light, my love, my everything. The meeting I was in, for hours I argued for us to be able to be together. Hours. For us. I forgot it was your birthday yes, but that was my present to you. I went into that meeting intended on being able to come home to you and say, 'Happy Birthday, we're free and you are mine and only mine and we are free.' And I am so happy that, in fact I do get to say that." He looked at me with sad eyes, then confused then suddenly they lit up, a beaming smile stretching across his face.
"We're free?"
"We're free."
"You love me?" He asked.
"I love you. Happy Birthday Louis William Tomlinson. I'm so glad you are alive." I wrapped my arms around him as he grabbed my face with both of his hands, kissing me with everything in him.
"Harry?"
"Mmmm."
"Birthday sex?" He blushed as I laughed.
"Alright, birthday sex."
