SMUT AS(s) FUCK

Keep Me Warm

By:princecharminglouis

Words:2794

Summary:

It's Christmas Eve, add on to that Louis's birthday. Harry went on a business trip recently to Los Angeles, and has not returned in about a week. Louis can't help but miss his other half, and feels lonely inside the house on a cold winter day. So why not pretend Harry's still there-but with a twist?

Work:

"Sweater Weather" faintly played from speakers on the window seat just a few feet away from the bed that Louis currently laid on. It was a cold Tuesday morning in Doncaster, the time 10:30am. But it wasn't just any other morning, it was December 24th. His birthday, and also Christmas Eve-which meant that Christmas Day was the next day. Normally, he'd be beyond excited due to the fact it was his favorite holiday, but Harry's absence shattered his eagerness like a hammer to a crystal.

The only noises in the house were the music and of course, the sound of his breathing. Getting up and leaning against the window, he peered out to see snowflakes gracefully falling down and blending in with the rest that already covered the ground outside. Louis bit his trembling lip, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he recalled a memory he'd shared with Harry back in late 2010, their first Christmas spent together.

Louis had snuck out for his boyfriend, like he'd been told to, donning a coat that was about two sizes larger than him with gloves to match. A scarf covered his nose and mouth as well, that way he'd be completely warm. Tip-toeing over to the window, his small knuckles made contact with the window softly, but just loud enough so Harry would hear. And he did, looking up from the book he'd been so intrigued with until that moment to see Louis bundled up so tight he resembled a penguin.

Louis watched the younger boy undo the window's locks, his sweater edging up to reveal his tummy as he pushed the window up. Forcing himself to look away, instead his eyes met Harry's. "H-Hi," he stumbled, teeth chattering.

"Hey, Lou." Harry's lips turned up into an adoring smile, taking Louis's gloved hand. "Step inside or you'll catch a cold, Mr. Penguin."

"Penguin?" Louis laughed as Harry shut the window once again, pulling the scarf off first before taking off his coat along with it. "Well, Styles, I'd rather look like a penguin than freeze half to death."

"Calm your beak, you adorable penguin." Pecking Louis's cheek, his arms wrapped around the shorter boy so his face was buried in his chest. "My perfect, little, adorable penguin." Running his fingers through Louis's fluffy light brown hair, he sighed and nuzzled his nose into it.

"Do I waddle, Harry?" Louis's fingers dug slightly into Harry's back, the sensation of Harry's fingers and nose in his hair delightful.

"You definitely waddle," Harry reassured his curious boyfriend before pulling back and heading over to the dresser, cracking open one of the drawers and pulling out a wrapped box. Placing it in Louis's hands, he nervously fiddled with the bottom of his sweater in hope he'd like it. "Merry Christmas, Louis."

Louis carefully untied the box's bow, opening the lid to reveal two stuffed animals, with matching sweaters. One read 'Louis', the other read 'Harry'. Happy tears crowded in the corners of his eyes as he picked the stuffed animal up, a note attached underneath.

He was back in his own house now, no longer Harry's, the note from 3 years ago gripped softly in his hands. His eyes scanned the message scrawled in neat cursive with little hearts drawn in open spaces, which read:

Happy Birthday to the boy who sends my heart racing when he smiles at me. I've never honestly felt so in love with anyone before, and you are my exception. I'll never leave your side, promise. Merry Christmas, love. xx-Harry