"I'm Blind." | Larry Stylinson ✔️

December 25th; Christmas Day.

Chapter Twenty-Eight; The First Christmas Together.
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Song for the chapter; Stay With Me (cover) - Ed Sheeran.
Edited.
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Harry awoke to the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing. He opened one eye, the light shining through the window too bright for him to open both. And he smiled. Flashing both his parents a grin as they held wrapped up presents in their arms and Christmas hats on their heads. This Christmas was going to be Harry's favourite so far. He can now hear the slight sound of Christmas songs playing from down stairs. Who knew that being able to hear a certain song can make you in such a great mood?

The time was 9:48 when Anne and Mark took the presents down the stairs. Harry followed behind them, a bag of his own, filled with gifts for his parents. They all sat in front of the lit fire, all in their warmest pyjamas. Harry had joined in with the Christmas spirit, a red and white hat sat on the top of his head.

"Here you go love," Anne spoke as she pushed the first present towards her son. Sitting on her knees so that she could get the right angle to take the traditional pictures.

Harry smiled, ripping the red and gold stripped wrapping paper off; chucking it to the side where it will soon be picked up by his mother. Looking down at the cream coloured book, Harry felt as if he was going to cry. The title Memories was written in black curvy writing a picture of him and Louis, back on the day with snow, was stuck underneath.

A small squeak left his mouth as he jumped forward, on to his parents. Hugging them as tight as he possibly could.

"Thank you so so so much." Mark smiled, wrapping one arm around Harry and the other around Anne.

The next present was dished out of a bag by Harry and given to his father. Inside the badly wrapped blue wrapping paper was two tickets to see a production at the theatre. The War of The Worlds was what they were for, and it was also his parents favourite. He remembered them saying about how they were coming to London on the tour, so he went and booked them a ticket each. Because Harry was thoughtful. He liked his presents having a point behind them. He was in it for the thought, not the gift.

The next gift Harry pulled out of the bag was indeed for his mother. Anne cooed slightly at the badly wrapped present that was now in her hands. She lent forward to kiss Harry on the forehead thanking him. Anne pulled off the wrapping, chucking to the side with the rest of the paper. Her hand covered her mouth as she looked down at the photo frame.

"Two great minds think a like." Harry chuckled, looking back down at his present Anne had handed him a little over five minutes ago. She looked up at Harry, then back down at the picture. In side of the beautiful silver photo frame held a picture that brought back too many memories. There she stood, in her white dress. Her vail, attached to the crown on the top of her head, flowing down over her long light brown hair. She was holding red and white roses in her hands that were tied together with a with silk bow.

Mark looked over at his wife and the picture. He saw himself looking back at him. His arms were wrapped around his wife's waist as they both faced the camera. Head tipped back, Mark looked extremely happy, his mouth hung open as he laughed. Mark looked over the picture, seeing the adoration in Anne's eyes as she looked at him on their wedding day.

"Thank you." Anne sobbed, looking back up and over to Harry.

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Louis awoke with the stretch of his limbs. Cringing slightly as he heard his arms click. A smile grew as he remembered the event of his birthday. His mind racing with the possibility of him getting his eye sight back. Just thinking that he may be able to actually see Harry got his belly doing summersaults and tears to form in his eyes.