Forbidden {L.S.}

Twenty-Three

We woke up to Pheoby and Daisy jumping up and down on me and Louis respectively. I groaned and sat up while Louis literally rolled back over.

“Lou-Lou, get up!” Daisy pouted. “It’s Christmas!” Louis didn’t move and she pouted. “Harry, make him get up.”

I smiled. “Sorry kiddos, this one’s on you.” I flopped back down onto the bed and they groaned.

“Lou, it's Christmas!” Daisy repeated, bouncing on his back and hitting him with her hands. “Wake up.”

“It’s Christmas?” Louis asked, looking up at her. Daisy nodded her head excitedly while Pheoby watched from where she sat on me. “Well, fine then. I guess I have to get up,” he sighed dramatically, flopping back down onto the bed while waiting for the younger ones to climb off.

They both cheered and climbed off of us. I was glad I kept Louis’ hoodie on because it was cold as hell. They repeated the same process to Fizzy and Lottie, both getting up quickly.

“I told you we should have woke them up first! They could have helped with Lou,” Daisy said.

“I wanted to wake up Hazzy,” Pheoby argued.

The twins went and woke up Dan and Johannah after that, and Louis dragged me to the kitchen. “Coffee.”

“You don't even like coffee that much,” I pointed out as I got the juice from the fridge.

“On a morning like this, you need coffee. I'm not made to get up at five when I went to bed at midnight.”

“You literally go to bed at eleven and get up at like five. That's one more hour, babe.” I poured a cup and took a drink before putting the container back in the fridge.

Louis nodded. “That hour is crucial, Harry. Very, very crucial.”

“Yeah, mhmm. I'm sure, love.” I kissed his cheek before walking to the living room. I sat down in the empty loveseat tucking my legs under myself. Louis sat down next to me, then tapped my calf. I out my legs out over his lap and he rested his elbows on them.

Daisy and Pheoby would grab presents and ask if it was theirs, and if it wasn't, they'd take it to whoever it went to. It was really cute, honestly. They were smiling and laughing as they ran to the person they belonged to, almost having more fun with that rather than actually opening the gifts themselves.

Louis literally held onto my legs the whole time, resulting in me unwrapping my gifts while laying down. Every time I thought I was prepared enough  to pull them away, he kept ahold of them, tightening his grip all over again and putting me back to square one. Eventually I did a sit up and latched my arms together around his neck. “Making me exercise and stuff,” I groaned.

Louis just laughed, shaking his head. “Only you.”

I grinned. “Next time don't keep me pinned.” Louis just winked and grinned and I smacked his arm. “Children!”

“I didn't even say anything! You did!” He shouted in defense, then broke out into laughter. I shook my head and moved my legs so they were wrapped around his waist instead of laying across his lap.

I yawned and put my head on his shoulder. “What do you usually do on Christmas?” Louis asked.

“We go to my grandma's house. She doesn't cook or bake that well but always expects everyone to come to her house to eat. When I used to do gifts we brought them up there,” I explained while looking at his sisters.

“What do you mean when you used to?” Louis brushed some of my hair out of my face. “You don't do gifts anymore?”

I shook my head. “When I was like eight I figured out everything wasn't real and my parents kept up with it for like two more years before they gave up. It's weird looking back on things now. It's not as happy or great as I thought when I was a kid.”

“I’m sorry, love,” Louis whispered. “You have me now, and from here on out I'm spoiling you.”

“Like you don't do that already.” I grinned and kissed him.

Louis pulled back long enough to say, “Well, I guess you get even more spoiled.” He then reconnected our lips for a few seconds.

“I want that kind of relationship,” Lottie whined from her seat on the floor. “I wanna be spoiled.”

I blushed while Louis laughed. “What about Tom?” Louis asked.

“We're just friends. Plus he has a girlfriend,” Lottie said, looking back to her book. “I'll just do what Harry did.”

“No, don't do what I did. Do as I say, not as I do. What I do equals bad.” Lottie rolled her eyes at my suggestion. I forget that they don't know everything that can happen to Louis if this ever does get out. His parents and I knew the risks, but his sister's haven't looked as far into it. “As much as I love Louis, I wish he wasn't my teacher.”

“Yeah, but you two are so perfect together. If you two break up, true love doesn't exist,” she said before returning to what she was doing before. Louis kissed my neck and I relaxed into him, letting out a content sigh.