Pride {l.s.}

60- Christmas Day

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. Harry and Louis slept together for the first time on Christmas Eve after giving gifts and food to the homeless. Harry and Louis are at Harry's mom's house for Christmas Day.

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

"Harry was so mad at me that he told Mom that I was the absolute worse thing he could think of," Gemma explains to me excitedly as we all sip on our third cup of hot chocolate of the day. "He told Mom I was a drug dealer."

"She was like 9, Harry! She couldn't have been a drug dealer!" Anne adds onto the story as we all laugh at how weird little Harry was.

I sit in between Harry's legs with his back against the couch. We both wear matching Christmas sweaters with gay reindeer on them that Gemma got for us (Both deer that are kissing each other have antlers. Conclusion: gay reindeer). I look up to see Harry's face still flushed red from the cold since we all just came in from sledding on a nearby hill. He's laughing too at this ridiculous story, and I can't help but wish I had a childhood like Harry's.

I wish I had nights spent around the dining room table where stories were shared. I wish that I had my mom pick me up from school and ask me how my day was. I wish that I had the smell of cookies fill my house, and that was how I knew that Christmas was here. I'll admit that I want it, but I'll also admit that I'm happy that Harry got that.

"I was a weird kid," Harry agrees with a chuckle. He sets his mug on the coffee table in front of us and wraps both arms around my waist. He pulls me closer as if the heat from the fireplace in front of us isn't enough, but I think he just simply wants me closer.

"When he would get mad, he would write me notes like saying he was going to be in his room all day since he was so mad at me," Anne begins the next short story of Harry's weird adventures. "At the bottom, he would still make sure he wrote I love you."

"You're my mom!" Harry defends himself. "Just always want to make sure you know how much I love you."

"I love you too, Harry. Now, do we have anymore presents to open? We all got distracted with sledding once Gemma learned that Louis has never seen snow let alone gone sledding," Anne says as she raises her eyebrow at her daughter and laughs.

"But did you see Louis's face when he stuck his hands directly into a pile of snow without gloves?" Gemma replies with a loud laugh. "It was totally worth it!"

I blush at her telling of the story. "I thought the air was cold! I didn't realize just how cold snow was..."

"Snow is very cold. It's alright, love," Harry reassures me with a kiss on my cheek. "Babies do the same thing when they see snow for the first time."

I give Harry's arm a whack at his comment, but he laughs it off. The joking mood dies down as the realization comes to me that we are indeed not done with presents.

"Oh, I haven't given you guys mine. Did the packages come, Gemma?" I ask as I turn to look at Harry's sister.

"Packages?" Anne says in confusion.