Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Fourty Seven

Louis wakes up on Christmas Eve with his head buried into his pillow and a corpse laying on top of him.

Or so he thought it was a corpse, because since when does he find Harry lying across his body instead of next to it? Louis groans and sits up, rolling Harry from his stomach area down to his thighs and he wakes with a soft moan of fatigue. He smiles gently at Louis, eyes still squinted and adjusting to the light, and he whispers, "happy birthdaaaaay."

"You sound incredibly enthusiastic," Louis grins, pinching at his cheeks, "but thank you babe."

The morning is sweet and serene, both Louis and Harry have breakfast at one of the open local cafes which is fairly busy. They both have a chocolate croissant and a cup of warm tea each and take a small walk around the frosty village of their hometown. Everything is still under two inches of snow and the weather's still chilly. They're both under warm coats and keep close to retain heat. It's a great excuse to hold hands, but there's no need to excuse it, really.

If Louis is honest, he really isn't expecting a present from Harry. He never asked for one, neither did he feel the need to take more things from Harry after that charm for his 17th birthday. He doesn't want to ask for anything more. Everything's perfect right now and to ask for more would mean that perfection isn't at maximum.

Louis thinks it's perfect.

Two o'clock, Harry drives them back to his place and he's running to his room while Louis talks to Anne and Gemma in their new gazebo out back. Anne's loving it and she's spent too much time out here, and all three are fairly worried she's going to get under the weather soon. Louis is laughing with the family and Harry appears out of nowhere with a small pack full at his side and a grin on his face.

"I'm staying with Lou, tonight," Harry says, surprising Louis completely. "I have reservations for his birthday."

Anne softens her eyes at her boy, while Gemma just looks between the two lads. "Where on Earth did you get reservations on Christmas Eve, Harry?" Gemma asks, absolutely stoked.

"For me to know and for you to never find out," Harry sneers. "C'mon Lou, let's go."

Still partially confused on what's going on and what to expect, Louis stands slowly and glares at Harry who holds out a hand ready for him to take. Both walk away hand in hand and both Gemma and Anne gossip about the two for the next hour.

The drive is silent except for the small directions Louis gives him to the hotel. It's a comfortable silence and nothing is felt to be said. They arrive and park the car before both hopping out and walking into the main entrance. As Louis said, the hotel is very nice for three stars. The elevator is a little jittery and smells like old people but eh, Harry doesn't mind. Louis takes Harry to his room, floor five which is the highest on property. Room 506, Louis opens it with his keycard and the room is seen.

It's standard, a tv across from the bed along the right side of the room and a bathroom which is fairly wide, a bath which can most definitely fit two people in it. There's a balcony outside, the wood not covered in snow from the sheltering above it. The view from up top is incredible and Harry spends way too long looking at it. He doesn't even notice Louis coming up behind him and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Reservations, hm?" Louis questions. "So a date."

"Sh," Harry grins. "I wasn't really meant to tell you, but I wanted to brag about it."

Louis hums and kisses Harry's clothed shoulder. "Of course you did."

The rest of the evening consists of Louis and Harry cuddling together under the duvet with bar fridge food spread all over the blankets. Movies are great at this place and they end up watching some comedy romance which ends with Harry snogging Louis deep into the mattress for around ten minutes. Credits roll and Harry perks up with a grin, nuzzling his nose with Louis for a small eskimo kiss.