Christmas Morning
Louis: His eyes are focused on you as he halfheartedly unwraps a present from his sisters. You squeal when you open your gift, wrapping paper in shreds on the floor, along with the present itself as you throw yourself into him, sending you both flying back onto the carpeted floor. He chuckles, holding your waist to steady the two of you as you pepper kisses across his warm, sweet skin, rambling out murmurs of thanks. His laughter grows, and fills the room along with yours, a mess of smiles and lazy kisses as he squeezes your hips with a teasing grin as he sings, “Merry Christmas to me”
