Author Note:This is my first time writing fanfics on Wattpad, so hopefully everything turns out okay(by the way,I am not British. I just picked up on some British words from the boys and other fanfictions).
Summary:Harry and Louis have been best mates for as long as they can remember. And they have loved each other since the beginning.
Warnings:fluff...just fluff.
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5-year-old Harry and 6-year-old Louis
Harry grinned from ear to ear as he looked at the familiar surroundings out of the car window, completely excited to see Louis. "Mummy, are we there yet," Harry questioned Anne for the billionth time during the short 10 minute ride. Even though the 5-year-old knows that they'll be at Louis' house soon, he couldn't help himself to ask one last time.
Anne shook her head with a little chuckle, peeking over her shoulder to give Harry a look, focusing back on the road. "Now Harry, you and I both know that you already know the answer to that question'" she said.
Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. He can't help that he's excited. Harry loved Louis. Or...he thinks he loves Louis. His mummy once told him that love is when someone likes someone else a lot to where they would do anything for them. Harry being the cute little 5-year-old he is, he instantly announced "Mummy, I love Louis" after Anne finished explaining the meaning of that word to him. Anne just let it sligh because Harry was only 5 and Louis was 6, so they didn't know the true meaning behind love.
A sudden squeal came from the todler when Anne pulled up into the Tomlinson's drive way, Harry bouncing up and down in his car seat while clapping his hands. "Yay! We're here! Mummy,we're here!"
"Now Harry, you stop that this instant and grab the presents you have for Louis," Anne instructed while climbing out of the car and going towards the back to help Harry out of his car seat.
Anne and Harry have been going over to the Tomlinosn's for Christmas ever since Anne got a job at where Johanna,Louis' mum, worked. Harry was a bit shy to meet Louis at first when they went over to for lunch. Louis,on the other hand,was beyond excited to meet someone new, the boy being a total social butterfly. The moment the two met eyes, they were hooked onto each other. Harry was hooked by Louis' eyes. Louis was hooked by Harry's dimples.
Harry held onto Anne's hand tight as they walked up to the porch and waited for the door to be answered after Anne rang the doorbell. Not even a minute later, the cheery wood door swung open and revealed a bright eyed Louis. "HAZZA!!," Louis cheered with his arms in the air.
"BOOBEAR!!," Harry cheered in return and practically jumped into Louis' arms, the two squeazing each other tight as if they hadn't seen each other in years(it's been 4 days).
"C'mon Harry, I want to give you your present," Louis said and disconnected from their embrace to tug on Harry's hand and running him to the tall Christmas tree.
"I'll be in the kitchen, Harry," Anne announced before disappearing intothe swing-in door to the kitchen, probably going to greet Jay.
"Okay," Harry called back, his main focus on how the lights on the Christmas tree made some kind of halo around his mate's head and feather hair. Harry always found Louis quite pretty. He knew it was a bit weird for a boy to think another boy is pretty like a girl, but Harry didn't seem to care as much as others would.
"So...what you get me?," Louis chirped and smiled wide, his blue eyes crinkling by the sides slightly. Louis was always impatient, especially when it came to his birthday and Christmas. Louis' birthday was Christmas Eve, so that meant double the presents,and what kid wouldn't like that.
Harry giggled at his friend and handed Louis a gift bag. "Happy Birthday".
Louis took it with excitement and opened the bag to see what treasure laid inside. The now 6-year-old gasped slightly as he took out the red picture frame and examined the drawing in display. It seemed to be a drawing of Harry and Louis holding hands, a little message under the picture:'I luve you,Lowie'. Louis laughed at Harry's poor spelling skills, thinking it was cute. "Aw,Hazza! I love it so much! Thank you!". Louis leaned over and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, kissing his little dimple, his action making Harry giggle.
"Save those kisses for the next present,Lou," Harry continued to giggle, handing Louis the last gift.
Louis took it and began ripping the wrapping paper, noting how neatly the little box was wrapped. "Anne probably wrapped it," Louis snickered in his mind, lifting the box's lid after the paper was off. The box contained a heart on a silver chain, the charm engraved with the boys' names. Louis was close to tears, not ever getting anything like this from anyone before, not even Zayn and they've been friends a little longer than him and Harry. "Harry...oh, my carrots! Y-you're amazing! I love you! Thank you sooooooooooo much,Hazza!," Louis babbled on and attacked Harry with abone crushing hug and a million kisses on his cheeks, the other boy laughing and giggling like mad. Louis soon disconnected from Harry, turning so his back was facing the younger boy while handing him the necklace. "Put it on me."
Hazza carefully took the pendent and hooked it around Louis' neck, the tip of his tounge sticking out of his mouth as he tried to remember what Anne told him to do when hooking up a necklace for someone. "There," he said once the chain was secure and hanging around Louis' neck.
"Thank you. This necklace is amazing," Louis praised and turned around to face Harry.
"It-um...also has a picture inside of it," Harry pointed out, reaching over for the heart charm and opening it, showing Louis the picture in it. It's the first picture they ever took. That was a year ago, and Louis had forgotten about it.
"You remembered this?"
Harry nodded,blush rising to his cheeks.
Louis smiled at Harry fondly, lifting a hand up to run his little fingers through the short blonde-ish hair on top of Harry's head. "You're the best, Hazza," he said,giggling when Harry blushed harder.
"So...where's my gift," Harry asked with a little smile, his dimples creating small craters on each side of his face.
Louis rolled his eyes with a dramatic huff and reached behind himself to get Harry's present. "You're lucky your cute," Louis complained and handed the younger boy his gift, trying to cover up his grin with a scowl.
Harry squealed at the sight of what was in Louis' hands. It was a white teddy bear with a little Christmas hat on top of it's head, a smile sewed on it's face. Without a word, Harry took the stuffed animal from his startled best mate and squeezed it to his chest, way too happy to do anything else.
"Do you like it," Louis asked with hopeful eyes.
"OF COURSE!!!!," Harry screamed with a huge smile, suddenly springing forward and attacking Louis with a bone crushing embrace, causing them both to fall backwards.
The two boys looked at each other with wide eyes, soon laughing hysterically at what just happened.
"Wow, Hazza," Louis said through his giggles, wiping some happy tears from his blue eyes as he looked up at Harry.
Harry smiled down at Louis, sitting up on the 6-year-old's thighs. "Hey,Boobear?"
"Yeah?"
Harry looked away from Louis and played with his bear's hat. "Are we going to be friends as we get older?"
Louis sat up on his elbows, his smile only growing wider as he spoke,"You bet, Hazza...I promise."
"Yay!" Harry squealed.
Louis laughed. "So, what are you going to name your teddy," he asked, reaching up a tiny finger to poke Harry's dimple.
"Uuuummmm...," Harry pondered. "I think I'll name him..." Harry looked at his bear and Louis, perking up when he finally knew what he was going to call his teddy. "Boobear."
"Yes?"
"No, silly," Harry giggled. "I'm calling my bear 'Boobear'."
"Oooohhhh," Louis said in realization. "Why call him that?"
"Because he's my bear and you're my Boo," Harry explained in a matter-of-fact way.
"Oh...," Louis muttered. "Yay," he giggled.
"HARRY! LOUIS! COME IN HERE AND TRY SOME CHRISTMAS COOKIES!" Anne and Jay called to their sons from the kitchen.
"Come on, Louis!" Harry leaped off of Louis and stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling the older boy up.
"You got it, Haz," Louis giggled, running towards the kitchen with Harry, the two giggling like crazy with their hands intwined.
-Fin-
Author note: I know this was terrible and so cliche, but this was my first one so give me a break. Thanks xx
-Liam_Payne_Crave