Chapter Thirty-Three

Please no more comments on how there's no detail in this chapter, if I'm not comfortable writing it, I'm not obligated to write it. There's tons of smut online and not every author needs to put it in every story. "Are you gonna be my girl" by LoadedGunn on ao3 is a bottom harry christmas smut piece if that's what you'd like to read and then come back to this story when you're done! it should come up easily when you google it (it's rated as explicit, so please don't read it unless you're old enough/comfortable with that stuff).

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"I think they like you," Harry smiled, sipping at his hot cocoa as Louis stretched his legs out on the couch. Louis looked so cozy by the fireplace, Harry was in a trance just from watching the way the fire lit up his blue eyes.

"Good," Louis sighed. "I mean your mum and your sister are amazing but I feel like I've been panicking the whole time that they secretly don't like me."

"Don't worry," Harry said, "I can always tell when my mom doesn't like someone." He smiled into his hot cocoa, thinking of all the times his mom had made little comments to him that weekend when Louis was out of the room, saying things like 'I think I like this one' or 'we have to keep this one, darling, he helps with the dishes'.

"Should we do Christmas gifts by the way?" Louis asked, moving his fringe away from his eyes. "I mean, now that we're alone?"

"Who says I got you anything?" Harry teased, but he leaned down and pulled two beautifully wrapped boxes out from underneath the sofa, nervous as he held them that maybe Louis wouldn't like them.

Gift-giving was a nerve wracking experience sometimes.

"Wow, way to show up my wrapping skills," Louis said, handing over a lumpy wrapped gift, and a little poorly wrapped box. Harry held the tiny box closer to him, already in love with the little gift he hadn't even opened.

"You open yours first," Harry insisted.

Harry looked over to see his boyfriend beaming with excitement, a little nervous as Louis started to open the first box.

"No no no," Harry said, taking it out of his hands. "That's your Christmas gift! You need to open your birthday one first, your birthday comes before Christmas!"

Louis' eyes crinkled when he smiled over at Harry. The younger boy knew everyone always forgot to separate Louis' birthday and Christmas presents. He held out the other box, the one with the faint cursive pattern on the wrapping paper spelling out 'Happy Birthday!'. Louis ripped the paper off and pulled out a new laptop charger and a portable phone charger.

"Because yours are always going missing," Harry explained shyly.

Louis grinned, setting the presents carefully aside. He set to work on his Christmas present next, unwrapping it to find a soft cable knit throw blanket.

"Oh wow, this is beautiful," Louis said, "Thank you so much, babe." He kissed Harry gently on the forehead, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.

"My turn?" Harry asked, reaching for the small box first.

"Yeah," Louis said, "I know it's not much but-"

"Oh my gosh," Harry whispered, peering into the little box to see the delicate chain inside. There was a tiny charm of a swallow, barely bigger than his pinky nail, silver and glinting softly by the light of the fireplace. Harry lifted up the ends of his hair, where the curls were staring to cover the nape of his neck.

Louis' eyes seemed transfixed for a moment at the ivory column of Harry's neck, not cluing in on what to do until Harry looked over at him with a bashful smile.

Harry knew Louis had never dated a girl before, and he'd probably never dated a guy with long hair, so it took him a moment to realize Harry was waiting for him to put the necklace on for him. Louis fumbled with the clasp as he drew it around Harry's neck, the swallow charm landing right in between Harry's two tattoos.

"It's so perfect," Harry whispered, his long fingers grazing gently over the delicate chain.

"You didn't open the second part of your gift," Louis said, pretending to pout.

"Don't want anything else, Lou," Harry said, still transfixed as he looked down at the small silver bird.

"Just open it, Harold," Louis said, nudging Harry to open it.

Harry took off the paper slowly.

His eyes widened a little and he bit his lip, playing with his lip ring a little.

"Sorry if they don't fit right or if you don't like them, I just thought they were, you know... festive." Louis said as Harry ran his fingers along the lace panties, one red pair and one green pair.

"They are quite festive," Harry agreed, holding up the green pair, a nice jade pair of boyshorts made entirely of lace. "These are my favourite," he said, his lips turning up in a smile. "Wish I could try these on but... hygiene," Harry sighed.

"I washed them already," Louis said. "Not saying you need to try them on or anything, but-"

Harry cut him off with a kiss.

"Come to my room?" Harry whispered when he pulled away. "I want to show you how much I like my gift," he said softly.

"How long are your mum and sister gone for?"

"They're shopping, Lou... gotta be at least a few hours. Just come upstairs with me," Harry said, tugging on the hem of Louis' jumper.

Louis nodded, and followed Harry, holding his hand the whole way up to his room.

When they got into Harry's room, the younger boy shut the door behind them and guided Louis down onto the bed.

"Wait here," Harry said, trying to keep his voice steady. He could feel his heart fluttering as he slipped off to the bathroom to change.

Harry took off his skinny jeans and plain black undies, changing into the new green pair that Louis had bought him. He left on his over-sized jumper, feeling a little self conscious.

He looked into the mirror and saw his cheeks blazing with a feverish shade of red.

"It's just Louis," he whispered to himself. "It's just Louis," he repeated under his breath.

He'd been thinking about this moment since the start of the holiday break, and it had been all he could think about since Louis first arrived at their house two days ago.

He was ready.

Maybe he'd always been ready; he remembered the night of their first kiss, stumbling into Niall's room by accident, and the night when Louis came over and they'd had a bath together, and the time when Louis let him get himself off against him at the party.

He was ready.

Harry leaned against the sink and took a slow breath, and carefully folded up his jeans before walking back out into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Hi," he said softly.

Louis looked up at him like he were something precious- an oil painting, a gemstone, a lunar eclipse.

If Harry wasn't blushing before, he was blushing now.

"What do you want, love?" Louis asked gently as Harry brought the sleeve of his sweater up to his mouth, chewing on it a little. It was a bad habit- but when he was nervous he forgot to stop himself.

"Want you," Harry mumbled.

"Are you sure?" Louis asked.

Harry nodded, sleeve of his jumper still in his mouth.

"If you change your mind, let me know- okay, Harry?" Louis said, running his hand along the small of Harry's back. "You can change your mind now, you can change your mind halfway through... just let me know, I won't be mad, baby."

Harry nodded, leaning into Louis' touch.

"If you want to do safe words, you can use red for stop, yellow for slow, or green for if you want to keep going," Louis said. "But if you just want to say stop or anything, I will, okay?"

"I agree to the terms and conditions, Lou, just fuck me," Harry giggled, running his fingers through Louis' hair, smiling a little as he straddled Louis on the bed.

Louis laughed, lightening the mood, wrapping his hands tight around Harry's waist.

"In case you were wondering, I'm green," Harry said. "Very green."

"I can see that," Louis smirked, slipping his thumbs under the hem of Harry's new green lace panties, making the younger boy gasp as his green eyes darkened.

Louis tugged off Harry's jumper, and then his own, and the younger boy shivered a little, leaning forward for a kiss. Harry meant for it to be a slow, romantic kiss, but as soon as Louis' tongue flicked across his lip piercing he moaned and suddenly the whole room felt like it were on fire and Louis' hands were running across his tummy and Harry was tugging Louis closer by the belt loops of his jeans.

"Do you have...?"

Harry nodded, leaning over to grab the little bottle and the foil packet from his bedside table.

"Good boy," Louis whispered, and Harry was practically preening. He nuzzled into the crook of Louis' shoulder, whimpering a little as Louis pushed the lace aside and started opening him up with clever fingers.

"Mmmm," Harry whined, pulling at Louis' jeans. He wanted everything faster, could barely stand Louis' teasing pace. It felt like hours before Harry was laid out on the bed, thighs trembling, eyes glassy, and lips parted in a moan.

Louis looked like heaven, and Harry spent the whole time trying to bring him closer, his hands a little shaky as they ran across Louis' gorgeous back, Louis' tight tummy, Louis' perky arse, shivering a little when Louis hit that one spot, feeling tangled up and warm and happy until they were both sated.

Harry felt empty when it was over, shifting around in the bed a little, his eyes glassy and watering as Louis left the room.

Louis returned less than a minute later with a warm washcloth, gently wiping away the mess on Harry's tummy.

"Are you okay, baby?" Louis asked, helping Harry into a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and kissing him softly on the forehead.

"So good," Harry whispered. "So so good."

"I know angel, you were perfect," Louis said, running his hands along Harry's arms reassuringly.

"Empty," Harry whimpered, and he felt embarrassed and knew this was why it took so long. Harry after sex was needy, whiny, childish and it wasn't something he wanted his boyfriend to know about. He looked up at Louis, his eyes still watering.

"I need to get you some water, okay, hunny? And I'll get you something to eat, you just need to stay comfy for me okay?" Louis helped Harry into his favourite sweater, and fluffed up the pillows for him, plucking his old teddy bear off the shelf and handing it to Harry with a little smile.

Harry cuddled up into the covers and waited for Louis to come back.

"Hey," Louis whispered, a few minutes later, helping Harry sit up so he could sip at the glass of water. "You feeling alright?"

Harry nodded. "Mm just embarrassed, Lou," he mumbled. "I get all, needy, um after," he said, and tucked his chin into the crook of Louis' shoulder.

"It's fine," Louis said, smoothing out his curls. "I'm not gonna leave you."

"Good," Harry said softly. "You're my favourite."

"You're my favourite too," Louis said, hugging Harry closer to his chest.

"Does this mean I'm on the naughty list this year?" Harry asked.

Louis practically cried from laughing, and the two stayed cuddled up under the covers, giggling and whispering for hours.