All I Want For Christmas Is You

My first intention, to run after him.

"Harry! Wait!" I yelled as I ran after him into the lobby. "No, we are through remember?" he said as I could tell he was about to burst into tears of anger and frustration.

He stormed out of the glass doors and walked to Louis, who was now on the phone. He looked a bit flustered, as he held the phone to his ear. I suspected he was on hold for a mechanic. Harry's feet cracked the ice as he went up to Louis. "You win. Have her. I'm done," Harry said, his arms flying in anger, before running/sliding across the parking lot, getting into his car. I heard his heater turn on, causing the windows to fog up. I started to come towards his car, but he began pulling out before I could reach him. He rolled down the window as he drove slowly past me. "Have a nice Christmas. Alone," he said with a nod as he rolled up the window and drove away.

I heard Louis muttering behind me as I turned to see if anything had happened between him and whoever he was on hold with. He was hanging up his phone and he stuffed it in his pocket. "Fabulous," he said as he looked up at the sky, which was dark gray, and drizzling. He blinked slightly as a drop of ice cold water fell in his cornea. He then grumbled again as he stormed past me into the lobby of the hotel. I followed after him.

"Ma'am, do you think anyone that works here could help me fix my car?" Louis asked the lady at the front desk. The lady clicked a few times on her desktop computer before shaking her head no. "I'm sorry. No one here has enough experience," she said, before getting back to her job. Louis rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh as he flopped onto the couch. I quietly came up behind him and then turned to where I was in front of him. He made no intention on looking up at me. "Louis?" I asked, trying to be nice. "All of you are the same you know? You all just want us for our money and fame and leave," he said, not even making an attempt to look at me, he was only staring at his fingers, weaving around each other as he rubbed his hands together in frustration. "What?" I asked, not really knowing what he meant. Louis then looked up at me and gave me a dirty look. "See, I figured out what I did was wrong, well it really wasn't, but it's over. Anyway, I saw what you did to Harry--" "You didn't see what happened! We were in my room!" I yelled, interrupting him. "Oh that's even a BETTER story! Harry and Cat were in the BEDROOM! That makes the story seem less important!" "LOUIS! STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "No. I will NOT stop. You started it. I thought you were something different, something I would want. Nope. Nope. Nope. You are NOT. You see, I have never seen Harry so angry and broken over a girl. And a day before Christmas? Really? Do you have no respect for Harry's feelings? Christmas is one of his favorite days, and then you have to go ruin it for him, and I wouldn't suggest going back to get him. He isn't going to answer you, he isn't going to ask for you back, he isn't going to make any intention to try to speak to you. So I suggest going back to your fucking country and stay out of ours," he said, glaring into my eyes, it felt like he was staring into my soul in fury. I felt my face turn pale, and I felt my eyes begin to water. "Do you understand?" he asked, standing up, looking down at me. I didn't look up at him. I sobbed and took a short breath in as I began to cry. "Go home," Louis finally said, bending down a little to reach my height. I then took my sobs back at looked at him straight in the face. "I would. I would LOVE to go home," I started, startling myself from my sudden braveness. "You know, some of us, don't have perfect families. Perfect families with a mom and dad, and lots of sisters. Lot's of people to give you company!" Louis expression began to soften as I continued. "The only fucking reason I am still in "YOUR" country is because I don't have a fucking HOME! My dad died when I was SEVEN and my mom died like a few days ago Louis! So be happy that I would LOVE to go home! But I can't because I don't have one! I don't even know what happened to the house back home. I'm pretty sure all my stuff, and all my prized possessions are probably sold to someone else!" I exclaimed, catching my breath after my large outburst. I glanced at Louis' face to see if he even cared. Louis' face looked completely shocked at me. There was a short silence before Louis spoke. "You didn't call home when you got here?" he asked, tilting his head. He almost sounded as if he was about to cry. I sighed and looked at him. "No," I breathed out, before turning to the front desk to notice the front lady was gone again. "I didn't know," Louis started, but I put my fingers to his lips to hush him. "Listen, I don't care if you didn't know. Maybe this is a valuable lesson for you. Stop judging people when you know nothing about them. Just saying," I finished before leaving back into my room. I left Louis standing there in shock, his car broke down in front of the hotel, and me, almost crying. Because I missed home.

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