Pride {l.s.}

56- Christmas Eve

The Story So Far:

Niall has a crush on Cheyenne. Zayn and Liam are dating and growing strong. Louis has come out of the closet. Harry's body is attacking his thyroid.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

"Babe!" I yell across the apartment since I know he can hear me from the bathroom. I hear the door of the bathroom creak as he exits after doing his business.

"What, love?" Harry yells back loudly even though he has already made his way to the living room.

"I... I need your help," I say quietly. I don't look up to meet his eyes. He knows what I need help with.

"What do you need help with, my dear Lou?" Harry questions with fake innocence.

"I can't put the star on top of the Christmas tree," I mumble angrily.

"What was that, love?"

"I can't put the star on top of the tree!" I yell. I look up at him and cross my arms.

"And why can't you do that?"

"I won't say it."

"Say it or I'll never do it and we'll never have a star on our tree."

"Fine... I'm too short to reach."

"What was that again?"

I give Harry a shove and hand him the star. "I'm not saying it again. Now get moving and hang the star up before they arrive."

Harry swoops in for a kiss before he listens to me and hangs up the star. Over the past month of December, he has learned that I don't like admitting to how short I am. He's been making fun of it for awhile, and of course, he would not pass up any opportunity.

"I hope I'm not too mean when I make fun of your height, Lou," Harry confesses as he reaches up and places the star on top of the Christmas tree. "I mean you're just so cute and small but so feisty and adorable. You're perfect, Lou, and I love how short you are. Makes it easier to pick you up."

I have a slight blush on my cheeks as I reply. "I'm never going to admit this to you ever again, but I like being small too especially when I'm with you."

Harry's eyes fill with lust as he steps towards me. "You just like how I can easily carry you and throw you around."

"Is that such a bad thing to like?"

Harry's lips crash into mine quickly as he pulls me in. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me close as our lips are pressed together. I take a step back and feel the couch behind me. We fall back onto the couch not so gracefully with a couple laughs as Harry holds himself above me. He stares down at me for a moment before my hand reaches up to the neckline of his sweater and pulls him down until our lips are connected again. We pull each other as close as humanly possible; my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, which is a habit I developed that I know drives Harry crazy.

Harry's lips leave mine and latch onto my neck just as the door to the apartment opens. We hear loud laughter, and we both know that it's Niall and Cheyenne. Harry pulls away and looks at me for a moment before speaking.

"Happy birthday, Lou," Harry says to me with a chaste kiss on my lips before he pulls himself off of me to greet our guests.