A Christmas Carol » Larry Stylinson (mpreg)

A Christmas Carol

Louis has never felt so aggravated in his entire life.

Okay, that's a lie, and he knows it, but he is quite irritated. What kind of adult male could make so many spelling errors on a fucking contract? Louis can feel Harry's eyes burning into him as he stares confusedly at the paper.

"Would you like a bagel, love?" He asks nervously from across the breakfast table. Angela sits between them on the side of the table, sweet little Angela who would never hurt a fly, and Louis huffs. He throws the paper down and glares at Harry.

"Does it look like I would fancy a fucking bagel right now?" He asks through gritted teeth, and he can see Angela flinch out of the corner of his eye, her frail little hands going up to her ears. He doesn't feel sorry. He feels aggravated.

Harry's face crumples up in a sort of grimace as he looks down at his own food and sighs. "Good behaviour for Angela, that's all I ask," He says weakly. "God's sakes, Louis, it's your birthday." Louis just rolls his eyes and goes back to looking over his contract.

After a few moments of silence Angela gets up with her hand over her mouth, rushing toward the washroom. It's common for her to throw up her food–the medicine for leukaemia has that side effect. Harry glances at Louis to see if he's going to get up to help, but he doesn't. Harry stands up with a wince, due to the strain on his back from his heavy belly, and rushes toward the washroom as well.

Louis sighs and goes back to reading his contract, Harry's comforting words toward Angela floating around in the background. Louis finds it incredibly distracting, so he decides he might as well go to work early. He packs up his briefcase and pulls on his jacket, leaving with a light kiss to the top of Angela's head and a glance toward Harry, who refused to even look at him.

As soon as he arrives to work he becomes even more irritated. The coffee machine is broken, and he doesn't know what to do about it, so he yells at his assistant Tyler. Tyler apologises profusely, although he barely knows what he's apologising for.

Tyler seems a bit more jumpy lately, but Louis can't tell why. Not like he cares, he just noticed. He's quieter than usual, only speaking when spoken to. Louis would ask, but frankly, he doesn't have the desire to know.

Louis gets so caught up in his work that he doesn't even realise it's time to go home. He sighs and packs up his things in his briefcase, passing Tyler on his way out.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Tomlinson," Tyler says shakily, and when Louis turns around he notices just how tired Tyler looks. Louis gives him a small nod before leaving the office and heading back home.

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Louis awakens with a start, feeling a bit of drool fall from his chin to the paper he was reviewing as he looks around. He must have fallen asleep in the kitchen while editing a few contracts. Louis sighs and looks over to the microwave for the time. 1:00.

Louis stretches and scratches his cheek before hearing something in the distance. It sounded sort of like bells. He furrows his eyebrows and listened as the sound got closer and closer.

"'Ello there, mate!" He hears a cheery voice behind him say. He jumps up from the chair, almost stumbling forward into some china cabinet as he turns around. A man in a brilliant blue suit is standing there, a cheery smile on his face. His eyes are a deep brown, and so is his hair. There's a glowing halo around his head and the lower part of his face is covered in scruff.

"Get out of me house!" Louis shrieks, picking up a butter knife from the table and aiming it at the man. The man just continues to smile, putting his hands behind his back.