Wow that start just screams “I couldn’t think of a good title”....So I got more requests than I was planning on for this! I tried to make everyone happy, but it’s hard to do with just one scene! Most of my requests were for Elounor on Louis’ birthday in 2017. But I gave it a little twist.
Side note: if everyone could send some good vibes, I start a new job next week!
Anyway, Enjoy! (This one is truly a oneshot).
Louis picked up tissue paper that was strewn across the floor while El folded blankets. He had finally hugged Lottie goodbye after she, Fizzy and the older twins had come over for a morning birthday gift exchange. It was the twenty second and they had a club booked out for the night for a real celebration later on.
“How on earth did you handle all that talking growing up?” El laughed as she tossed a quilt over the back of the couch, “I could barely get two words in!”
“Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t just like them!” He put the last of the tissue paper in a bag and set it down, taking her hands instead. “You are just as full of personality as they are.”
“Full of personality, just what every girl wants to hear,” she scrunched up her nose and fell onto the couch behind her.
Louis sat beside her, “What exactly would you like me to describe you and all me sisters as?” He tried to puzzle her since he knew she was just trying to start an argument for the sake of winning it.
El thought for a moment, laying her head back, “Intelligent, kind and beautiful.”
Lou grinned at her, “Alright, you win. They are all those things and so are you.”
“You are too! All the Tomlinsons are. Too bad I’m not one…” she leaned on his shoulder and gave him a knowing smirk.
“Oh, don’t even try that on me today! You promised no more talking about getting married until next year!” He turned his body toward her and she responded by falling into his lap in a fit of giggles.
“Next year is in nine days,” she managed in between laughs. He just shook his head.
“Then talk to me in nine days! It’s going to take more than looking adorable and complimenting my sisters to get me to change my mind. Aren’t we supposed to celebrating my birthday here anyway?” He was smiling at her, lighthearted as they continued their ongoing joke of an argument.
“I suppose…lots of other things to celebrate too though. And to remember, on that point.” El looked up at him from where she lay, her laughter starting to subside as she took one of Lou’s hands and laced it with hers, studying their fingers. She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek, “Do you miss her?”
Louis ran his thumb over hers, avoiding her gaze. “Of course…I always miss her,” he lamented with a deep sigh.
“Yeah, but you know what I mean.” She moved her hand down his chest.
Louis looked down and found her eyes, “Yeah, I do. Spending my birthday without her…I was always home for the holidays, so I always got to see her for it. And we just passed one year…I don’t know how to say it, it’s like there is a piece of happiness missing from this time of year that no amount of drinking and clubbing is ever going to fill in.” He truly felt strange without her here. Every time he turned around he simply expected her laugh or her smile or her kind words to simply be there, like they always had been on his birthday. “This feels so…normal. How can she not be a part of it?”
El listened quietly to his words. “I don’t know, Love,” she said, “I’m sure you’ll get that piece of happiness back one day. It just takes time…. and probably something besides alcohol.”
“Yeah?” Lou gave her a soft smile, “Any suggestions?” He leaned down and kissed her gently.
El kissed him back, sitting up a bit and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m full of suggestions,” she told him, almost a whisper, before finding his lips again.
Lou’s hands found her waist as he forgot how to breathe, losing himself in her. She pulled away suddenly though and his eyes searched her face in concern, “El…What is it?”
El had been perfectly fine until five seconds ago. Suddenly her stomach was churning with nausea. She tried to focus on Louis talking to her as she grabbed her stomach. “I don’t feel so good…” She didn’t get another thought out as she jumped off the couch and ran twenty feet to the bathroom where she promptly threw up her entire breakfast.
Lou was worried the second he saw how pale her face was. He sat for a moment in confusion before he heard her and ran to make sure she was okay. He pulled back her hair for her as she dry heaved, emptying the last of her stomach.
El took a few shaky breaths and collapsed against the bathroom wall. Louis looked both confused and concerned. He handed her a glass of water from the sink which she promptly downed, wiping her face with her shirt. She actually managed a shaky laugh as she reached up for one of his hands.
Lou took her hand although she clearly didn’t have the stamina to stand up. He crouched down and just held onto it instead, bewildered by her laugh. “El…?”
She looked almost delusional slumped against the wall, clearly dizzy and still laughing. “Happy Birthday! I think I’m pregnant.”
Louis wasn’t sure he heard her right…she couldn’t actually be…pregnant. Right? “You’re….wait, what? You lost me.” He sat down beside her to try and take in what she just said.
“I told you the world needed more Tomlinsons,” she fell against his shoulder in content.
Louis burst out laughing in spite of the situation. “You always did come up with some interesting birthday gifts.”
El rolled her head to look at him, “Well if you get a person for your birthday, I at least want a new last name for mine.” She mocked a serious facial expression in her tired, overly-happy state.
Lou chuckled and squeezed her hand, “Deal.” He kissed her forehead. This is going to make for an interesting family Christmas, he thought to himself.
A/N: Like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and may you 2019 be filled with fluff and happiness (:
