The Tree 》l.s *boyxboy* ✅

Chapter 19 ~ Birthday

A/N I jumped a head to the next lot of holidays because well this story needs to keep on rolling. 

It was the holidays once again. The whole term of school wasn't actually as bad as I thought it would be. Sure I had ups and downs like I knew I would but the students actually listened to me now rather than not. I guess they finally realised that just because I'm gay doesn't make me any different than who I was before they found that out.

But it's the winter holidays and I have two lovely weeks off to spend with Harry. Since it's almost Christmas it also means it's also almost my birthday. Two days to be exact and I've already had three days, not including the weekend, off. 

So it was Thursday morning and Harry was in bed holding me close to him. I guess he didn't realise  I was awake because he was being so gentle with his touches, it was like I was a glass China doll and he didn't want me to break. 

My head was nuzzled into his chest and his fingers drew lines over me, like he always seemed to do. Much to my dismay, I moved a little too much for what I do in my sleep and he caught on I was awake. 

"Morning" he kissed the top of my head.

"Morning" I replied and pushed myself back so I could face him. 

"You shaved last night" he frowned. I ended up shaving before school because I didn't feel like going to school with scruff on my face and I just got into the habbit of shaving again, completely forgetting that Harry liked it when I didn't shave. 

"Sorry. I forgot" he shrugged and pressed his lips to mine. We're a very kissy couple, always kissing in some form, but I like that. I could live on his kisses. 

"It's your birthday soon" Harry mentioned, reminding me that I'll be twenty two in two days. "Got plans?" 

"Mmm. Was just thinking about having tea with my mum, and you of course. I would of had a party but I think it'd be pretty dull without Niall" I sighed. I missed Niall. It's not the same without his cheerful laugh, his still Irish accent, his bubbly personality. Just him in general. 

"Yeah I know" Harry sighed. "We can just come back and spend the night in bed?" Harry suggested. As much as I'd like to have a night, or day, of birthday sex I knew that wouldn't happen with Harry being the way he is lately. We still haven't even tried and it's making me furious.

"I guess" I sighed and pulled away from him. Even though it was cold and I would like to stay warm being next to him I wanted to get out of bed. 

"Louis?" he asked. But I didn't reply. I just pulled up my sweats I kicked off last night and left our room.

I closed the door behind me and headed to the kitchen. Liam was still in bed, but the other someone wasn't.

"Well, well, well. Louis Tomlinson. You look fine when you just get out of bed. You always have" Jordan smirked and sipped on his coffee from where he stood by the kettle. "I remember waking up next to you in the morning with your dishelved hair and your blue eyes still a little drowsy, and even your morning voice is sexy. So deep just like-"

"Be quiet" I snapped. I walked past him grabbed myself a mug and made a coffee. "Why must you insist on talking to me about us? I thought you got the message I didn't want you" Jordan laughed.

"Of course I got the message, doesn't mean I'm not going to try and get you back" he sounded like a crazy man. Maybe he is... It would explain why he won't leave me alone. "We were so good together, even if it lasted a month or so... Come on Louis we didn't even get to feel each other" 

"That's enough. I think you should leave" he stared at me as if I had three heads. "Leave! Now!" 

"Fine" he sat his mug down and headed off to grab his things.