Do you know how fucking hard it is to get blue sapphire earrings at night on Christmas Eve? No you don't. In every jewelry store either they don't have it or want thousands of fucking dollars for it. So do you know what I had to do? Go to the fucking black market and make a deal with that fucking Italian bastard Luciano. Mind you it was on the other side of fucking town. So I get home and you know what I find? Oliver waiting for me, accusing me of drinking all night, and sending me to the couch. I mean I get what he's saying but still.
Oliver's P.O.V.
Louis isn't back yet and I don't know where's he at. I don't want to jump to conclusions but I think he's out drinking at the bar again. Honestly I'm a little sad because he could of spend tonight we me if you know what I mean. So when he came home at close to midnight I chose anger over explanation and sent him to the couch. I kind regret it because I didn't listen to him.
Christmas Day~
Louis' P.O.V.
I went upstairs, sat on the bed, and woke Oliver up by pressing the jewelry box to his cheek. He woke up with a gasp.
"Merry Christmas," I mumbled handing him the box.
"What is it?," he asked taking it from me.
"Open it," I said.
He carefully opened it to reveal the earrings in one of his favorite colors- sapphire. He quickly put them on and tackled me to the bed.
"Oh Louis, I love it," he exclaimed while hugging me.
"Yeah well I spent all night searching for them," I stated.
"I'm sorry," he apologized while looking down.
"I forgive you," I said while lifting up his chin and kissing him.
"But for punishment I'm going to teach you not to jump to conclusions and wait by fucking you so hard that you can't walk for a week," I said.
"LOUIS," he yelled and buried his face in my chest probably blushing.
"It's only the truth and I know you secretly enjoy it," I said before kissing his cheek.
You know I think it was worth it getting those fucking earrings for Oliver.