Stutter || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Nine

(A/N this was posted before in chapter eight, but to shorten that chapter, because it was too long, I made a new chapter.) 

When Sunday had rolled around, Louis was less than happy to go to church, which was way too earlier in the morning for a Sunday. He wanted to just roll up into a ball and hide under the blankets when his alarm rung, signaling the start of his day. He could hardly gather the strength to actually pick up his arm to turn off the damned thing. As he picked himself up off of the bed, he stared at his calendar, smiling softly when he saw the mark for tomorrow. 

He was really excited for the next day, and Tuesday, but especially for Monday. That was the day he was able to do whatever. He could hang up mistletoe from every single doorway, or drink as many shots as he wanted. Louis almost felt ashamed for thinking like that on a Sunday. Almost. 

When he reached the bottom of the stairs with his best Sunday-suit on, he noticed the rest of his family, sans his mother, was already in the kitchen, eating around the table set in the corner. He walked over to the stove, noticing the pile of chocolate chip pancakes next to it. He smiled, picking up a couple of pancakes with a fork, plopping them down on a plate that was next to the stack. When he got his desired amount, he sat down next to Charlotte, who said a quiet 'good morning' to him.

"G-good m-morning, Lottie," Louis said, smiling wide at her with chocolate chip bits in his teeth. She giggled and poked him with the end of her fork, showing Felicite, who giggled too, making her fork slide across her cheek, leaving a smear of chocolate in its wake. Phoebe and Daisy, who were watching curiously, picked up their forks, too, smearing the chocolate on their cheeks. Mark looked at the five with wide eyes, his face turning red. He suddenly burst out laughing, making the rest of them laugh. 

"What's everyone laughing about?" Jay asked, smiling at her family, who were still laughing with tears in their eyes. "Oh, Dae! Phee! There's chocolate..." Jay trailed off when she saw Fizzy and Lottie's faces and Louis' large, chocolatey smile. "...on everyone's faces. Except for yours, dear. Here, let me help," Jay said, picking a melted chocolate chip from the pancake on his plate, pushing it onto the tip of his nose. She smiled, leaning back when she was done. "There. Perfect." 

Mark raised an eyebrow. Jay's eyes widened. 

"Don't you dare, Mark! I just put on my makeup, I swear if you put anything on me, you'll be sleeping with the-" before she could finish, though, Mark was already stuffing a pancake into her mouth, making her eyes widen more. There was chocolate all around her mouth, and even on the bottom of her nose where her nostrils just met. 

"There. Perfect," Mark mimicked, smiling proudly. The kids stayed silent, shocked that their dad had just done that. That was until Jay spit out the pancake on Mark's plate, giggling like a maniac. The rest of them laughed in surprise, then joined in the humorous laughter. 

Louis was starting to really enjoy Sunday mornings, despite how early they are. 

~O~

When Monday afternoon came around, Louis already had alcohol buzzing through his veins. He had to sneak some vodka and other alcoholic beverages from his parent's cellar, which was stock full of different alcohol that Louis couldn't even pronounce. He was happy that the next day he was going to be eighteen, which meant he could easily just walk into a store and restock his parent's supply. And that he could just pick up some for himself, too. 

Louis looked around his basement, smiling when his eyes fell on the mistletoe he cleverly put in the doorway of the basement. He was only planning to kiss everyone who passed through on the cheek, and he was hoping that the alcohol in his system wouldn't deceive him and make him start making out with someone. And he was also hoping that if it was going to, that it would be with a sex that he actually likes, and not Savannah or someone else.