Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

sixteen

Louis slept in on Christmas.

At his own house, once again forgetting we were spending it there and came down dressed in just a pair of pyjamas pants.

"Lou!" My younger brother yelled as he came down the stairs yawning with a hand over his mouth.

Louis looked up and looked confused as to why there were multiple people sat in his livingroom, other than his own family.

"Oh, bollocks," he spat out but quickly straightened himself, as his four youngest sisters sat on the carpet in the livingroom along with Charlie and played. His two oldest sisters Lottie and Felicité were locked up with Abigail in Lottie's room, gossiping about boys or something.

"It's fucking 1pm!" Niall told Louis as he sat down next to us on the couch.

"Niall for god's sake!" His mother yelled to him, reminding him of the children. Niall only had an older brother, who taught him swear words when he was six years old. He wasn't as used to non-swearing as Louis and I.

"I did it again, didn't I?" Niall said quietly, looking over at Louis' mum who sat with a grin.

"Get dressed, love, please and thank you," his mum told Louis, Niall and I followed Louis back upstars, bringing him a cup of coffee.

The thought of Harry swept through my mind as Louis took a big sip of the coffee, how it's overrated. He probably thinks drinking it on Christmas day is a kick under the belt to the whole UK.

I decided to send him a picture of Louis, now in his boxers (hopefully he won't mind) drinking the coffee, with the caption 'merry xmas, harold, hope ur drinking ur xmas coffee'.

"Why aren't you in your christmas sweaters?" Louis asked us annoyed.

"I couldn't find mine," I lied. I hated christmas sweaters, it wasn't even part of the tradition but Louis tried making it one two years ago by buying us all matching ones. The fabric was itchy, the reindeer looked stoned and I had to roll up the sleeves four times.

"Yeah I just... totally forgot," Niall's excuse wasn't much better than mine.

"You don't even look like you celebrate christmas, you wankers."

I wore a pair of black pants that reached just above my ankles and a dark red knitted sweater, which didn't itch. I even wore black sparkly socks.

Niall was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with an outline of santa on one side of the chest. It was a cute detail to an all black outfit. He had red and green striped socks aswell.

"I'm even wearing my holiday boxers!" Niall yelled out and stood up, making me catch my breath as he lifts his shirt up over his bellybutton, a strand of hair showing from it down into his trousers. The trousers which he pulled down a bit to show the snowflakes decorating his underwear.

Louis glanced back into his underwear drawer, picking out a red pair with an ugly santa's hat on the bum. Do all boys own holiday boxers? I don't think I've ever owned specific underwear for a holiday, but I did wear green today. Not that anybody other than me would see it.

"Now show us yours, Maggie," Louis raised his eyebrows at me and crossed his arms.

And here I thought I wouldn't show them today. I put my hand inside my sweater from the neck and pulled at the string to my bra, pulling it so it was visible for the boys - or Louis.

He laughed, "Who are you spending your evening with, Mags? I bet you're matching your panties too!" Louis mocked me, and he was right, they did match. But for nobody other than myself.