London. 24th of December 1985.
"Ugh, my head" I whisper to myself. I can barely open my eyes, this pain is killing me. Every single bone of my body hurts, "I guess that's what I get for going out and drinking too much last night." Nights at the club always end up like this.
I smell coffee. I normally like the smell of the morning coffee, but my stomach doesn't really feel like enjoying it today.
The maid is already working. I can hear her steps going up and down the corridor, this means it's almost 8 am, which also means I must get up if I don't want to get another yelling session from my father.
"Louis!" I hear from down the hall. I make a horrible effort to open my eyes and check the time. It's half past eight. "Great..."
"Louis, come down!" I hear again, this time coming upstairs. "I'm up dad, I'm up!" I yell.
Today it's probably one of those days of the year you wish never existed. It's Christmas eve, but it's also my birthday. I hate my birthday. I'm turning 20. I hate that number, I hate growing up. But the thing I hate the most is probably the annoying party my parents always throw. Having three dozens of people congratulating me for getting older is not something I enjoy.
I put on my shirt, my trousers, my over expensive shoes and I walk downstairs.
"I thought I'd have to wake you up with cold water." I ironically smile at my dad while I walk towards my young and only sister, Felicite.
"Happy birthday Louis!" She says. She looks more excited than me. I kiss her cheek and hug her tight while my mother smiles at me from the other side of the really long table. "Happy birthday, son" she says. "Thanks mum."
Breakfast time passes peacefully, no one says a word. Boring as usual, even though I find it funny how excited Felicite looks. She keeps looking at me and smiling.
My father drops the spoon all of a sudden and we all turn to him. "I almost forgot! One of my business men is coming to your party, he'll arrive to the station in an hour. Louis, do you mind picking them up and bringing them home?" He says all serious. I haven't seen my father smile since Felicite was born.
"Them?" I ask.
"Yes. He's coming with his daughter." he answers.
"And how will I know who they are? I've never seen them".
"Ask for Mr. Calder" he answers.
I grab my coat and I walk out the door. It's cold. Extremely cold.
*Author's note: this is NOT an Elounor fanfiction, so keep reading you impatient Larry shipper souls ;)*
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FanfictionMoney can buy happiness. That's what the Tomlinson family had always taught their children, everything is fine as long as you have a big mansion, lots of money and a good reputation. But the day the older son, Louis, turns twenty, something's gonna...
