coffee and tea | larry

8. "birthday princess? I think I'm more of a queen, but princess works for me."

Outside, the town looked like an unfinished painting. Most of the canvas was white, as if it was waiting for the artist to return. Small paw prints littered the snow, with quiet hums of Christmas carols from inside the houses of the neighborhood. The air was crisp and cold, the wind whipping the flakes through Holmes Chapel.

"Happy birthday to Lou," Sang two young girls as they ran into the bedroom, immediately hopping onto the bed and jumping on their older brother as they continued the song.

Louis groaned sleepily, cuddling closer to his boyfriend, who pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you, Dais, Phoebes. I'll be down soon, yeah?"

"Don't take too long, lazy bum!" Phoebe giggled as she smacked Louis with a pillow. She left with her twin in tow, and the pair shut the door, once again leaving the young couple in silence.

Beside him, Harry smiled, rubbing his hand across Louis' bare back, gently caressing the smooth, tan skin. "Happy birthday, angel," he whispered, voice deeper and raspy from just waking up. He leaned in to gently press a kiss to Louis' closed lips.

Louis peaked open one eye to look at his tall boyfriend, before giggling and turning away, covering himself with the fluffy duvet. "No, it's not my birthday. You are mistaken," he teased.

Harry reached out and pulled him into his arms, kissing at his shoulder. "My little baby is 19 today," he said softly, placing his hand on Louis' tummy. "My lovely birthday boy."

Louis melted, pressing back into his arms. "Thank you, 'azza," He said gently, bringing Harry's hand up and kissing it. He turned in his boyfriend's arms and pressed a kiss to his nose before sitting up. He reached over and grabbed Harry's t-shirt from last night which was at the foot of the bed, and put it on. "Up, butter cup, time to start the day," he said sweetly, brushing Harry's hair back as he got out of the bed.

"What's my birthday boy got planned today?"

"Prob just stuff with the girls. Is your mum comin' over for dinna?" Louis questioned, walking over to his boyfriend's side of the bed and pulling him to his feet, slipping a shirt over his head then kissing his cheek.

"Only you would take care of me on your birthday," Harry shook his head fondly, wrapping his arms around Louis' thin waist. Louis giggled, putting Harry's sunnies on for him prior to rubbing their noses together affectionately. "Yeah, so is Gems."

"Introducin' me to the whole family? Already?" Louis teased, pressing kisses all over the younger's face.

Harry grinned, gently squeezing Louis' bum. "Yep. Now, let's get downstairs before they walk in on me snoggin' you, birthday boy."

Louis blushed, nodding as he got them both a pair of joggers to put on. "Does this mean I have birthday sex in me future?" He giggled, giving Harry a pair of fuzzy Christmas socks to put on.

Harry pulled Louis into his lap, kissing the back of his neck. "Nah," he grinned then gently shoved the lad off, standing up and grabbing his cane from where he left it by the door.

Louis gasped and pouted. "Meanie," he smiled. With his arm around Harry's waist for support, the couple made their way down the stairs and into the Tomlinson/Deakin living room. Dan and Mark sat on the couch, while Lottie, Fizzy, and Daisy sat on the carpet. Dan held Ernest while Phoebe sat next to her birth father, holding Doris.

"Happy birthday, Lou!" The group said before Louis was attacked in a bunch of hugs. Louis laughed, trying to wiggle out of his sister's tight holds.

"Happy birthday, Louis," The two men said and Louis smiled at them as a thank you.

"Achoo!" Doris giggled, reaching out for her older brother. Ernest repeated his twin's actions, smiling at Louis while sticking his tongue out.