The night had been none short of eventful. People had gotten awfully tipsy off the Christmas wine, but Louis had done everything he could to make sure none of them asked if they could stay. Harry was a pushover, he would have let them all stay if they asked. But Louis was on high alert, whenever he heard a mention of a guest saying they were too drunk to drive back home, he called a service and told them it was on the house. Whenever someone brought up the idea of going home, he made sure they said goodbye to Harry and then swept them out the door as fast as he could. Luckily for him, no one thanked Harry for that service specifically. Harry was always the greatest host when it came to such events anyway, and with this being an early birthday party for Louis as well, he had gone above and beyond, even without driving people home.
Louis was working on a time crunch though, he had been keeping an eye on the weather all evening. There was supposed to be a nasty snowstorm coming through later that night, and if it started snowing more than just flurries, Harry would be the one to insist the guests stay over. That couldnât happen. Between the guests drinking and mingling, Harry playing the host and making sure everyone knew it was Louisâs birthday, and Louis simultaneously thanking everyone for the presents and sneaking around trying to make sure everyone left on time, the party flew by. The last guest left just before midnight â safely tucked away into a cab secretly called by Louis minutes earlier â and Louis and Harry were left alone.
Harry assured him he could clean up by himself and that the gifts would take a long time to pack into his little mini so he should start now, but Louis was stubborn on a good day, and now he was motivated. But Harry didnât know that second part. For now, Louis said he would stay and help clean up, so clean he did. Or so it seemed.
For every wine glass Harry loaded into the dishwasher, Louis took a dish out of the cupboard and smeared some leftover icing on it off the cake. For every napkin Louis picked up off the furniture all over the house â and made a show of throwing away where Harry could see that he wasnât just dicking around â he made sure to leave some crumbs on the carpet or the upholstery. Harry hated crumbs.
In the end, the dishwasher had to be loaded twice. Harry could have sworn he bought paper plates for the cake, but he may have forgotten. Louis had already tied up the bin bags and tossed them out the back door to dispose of the next morning. Louis could talk his way into staying until the second load could go in, but that was only an hour. It still wasnât snowing very hard, Harry would make him leave if the storm didnât start soon.
Half an hour later â âWho owns two vacuums?â âPeople who like to be clean?â â the crumbs were all gone. Then after the leftover food was packed away, the storm finally came in. Louis had to physically stop himself from jumping and cheering.
Louis pulled open the front door, pretending he was going to leave, and he was hit with a blast of snow even colder than he expected. He blinked the snow out of his eyes and closed the door. Harry looked at him and jumped up to lock the door. âYou canât drive in this weather!â Louis started to argue but Harry began brushing snow off him.
Louis shivered at the warmth. âSo⌠what am I going to do?â
Harry picked up a throw blanket off a sofa and draped it around Louisâs shoulders. âStay here?â It was definitely not the first time he had stayed the night. So why did he feel his stomach flutter?
âActually itâs good that you stayed late.â Harry turned around and looked at the tree lit up in the corner, causing Louisâs heart to start pounding even though he couldnât explain why. âThereâs one gift left for you.â He watched Harry pull a small box out from under the tree.
âYeah, itâs too special for Christmas.â The box, the size of a grapefruit, wrapped in obnoxiously bright red and silver, was placed in his hands.
âAre you going to open it?â Harry laughed.
âOpen-â Louis caught himself repeating him and snapped his mouth shut. He looked down and began tearing the paper and ribbons off the box. Inside was an ornament, a cube with photos on the sides. Picking it up by the ribbon, he held it up in front of his face to look closer at the photos. They were all polaroids, all of the two of them, from the first day they met and Louis was pulling a sarcastic face because he thought this whole instant film camera thing was a silly trend but the curly boy who insisted was kinda cute so why not? The others were from random days when neither of them looked particularly photogenic but again, Harry insisted, so they took plenty of photos. Most of them were with a regular camera though. Harry watched Louisâs eyes as he looked at each picture. âBut this one is empty?â
Harry grinned as he pulled his polaroid camera out from behind his back. Louis rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Harryâs waist, automatically finding the little dip where he practically fit perfectly, and he smiled up at the camera Harry had held out at armâs length. âThe light is better over there,â Harry said as he grabbed the back of Louisâs sweater and pulled him back toward the hallway. Harry put his arm around Louisâs shoulders and snapped a picture. He turned to face Louis and smiled. âHappy birthday Lou.â
Louis couldnât stop the cheesy smile spreading across his face. He looked up at Harry. âThanks love.â Harry looked very smug, staring at Louis trying not to smile. âOh what now?â Harry kept smiling. He raised an eyebrow. âMore gifts?â Louis asked, trying not to bounce on his feet. Harry looked up and Louis followed his gaze to a little green sprig with tiny white berries hanging from the doorframe by a ribbon. He dropped his arm from Harryâs waist in shock. âThatâs so cheesy,â he breathed, still bouncing.
Harryâs face immediately became apologetic, worrying he misread the entire situation. But Louisâs eyes were sparkling with energy. He jumped onto Harry and wrapped his arms around his neck. Harry lost his balance and fell back against the doorframe, sending Louis giggling in between peppering kisses all over his face. âMerry Christmas Lou,â Harry said once he regained balance. He smiled at Louis, who took the pause to wrap his legs around Harryâs.
âShut up and kiss me properly.â