Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.

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34. Epilogue

I woke up to a pair of lips on my neck, "Morning." Louis murmured from where he lay beside me.

"Good morning." I yawned ungracefully.

"Happy Birthday." he whispered into my ear. Even in my sleep induced haze, I caught that. I had totally forgotten. Today was my nineteenth birthday.

"I forgot my own birthday." I grumbled, pushing myself into a sitting position.

That caused him to laugh, "Well, I guess you're lucky, then. Because I didn't." with that, he handed me a thin envelope.

"What's this?" I asked curiously, taking the envelope and looking for a marking. To my dismay, there was none.

"Your birthday present. Go on. Open it." he mumbled excitedly, propping himself up on his elbow.

I didn't need to be told twice. I busted the envelope open quickly, revealing two small tickets, "Louis, these are tickets to Mary Poppins. On Broadway." I gasped in disbelief, "Lou, this must've cost a small fortune." I felt a bit guilty that he'd bought me something this expensive. I'd have to figure out some way to top it.

"You seem to be forgetting that I HAVE a small fortune." he pointed out, "We're flying to New York to see it together next month when we go on break. And hopefully I'll be able to walk by then."

"Lou, this is amazing. Thank you so much." I murmured, pressing my lips to his.

Just then, the door burst open and the one person I dreaded seeing popped in, "Good morning, Loves."

"Morning, Mum." Louis gaped as I dove under the sheets, desperate to cover myself. It wasn't like I was completely naked, but the last thing I wanted was for my boyfriend's mother to see my in my undergarments. I'd have to remember to invest in a real set of pajamas.

Of course it was her house, I suppose. She had the liberty to barge in whenever she felt the need.

"I've made breakfast downstairs. And the boys and your sisters are up and waiting. Let's not be rude house guests. Get a move on."

"Yes, Mum." Louis droned as she shut the door again. He looked over at me appraisingly as I blushed furiously, "I said we could just spend the break at my flat. You were the one who insisted on meeting my family." he reminded.

"Well, maybe I should listen to you next time." I giggled, getting up and going through my morning routine.

I helped Louis into his chair and he made his way around the room, preparing himself for whatever the day held as well. When we were finally ready, we made our way into the kitchen, where a giant handmade banner had been hung across the cabinets. I could only assume that Louis' sisters were responsible for that bit.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" everyone shouted.

"Oh my Gosh." I squealed. I couldn't believe that this was what my life had come to. I'd never actually had a birthday party until this. I was kind of like a little kid in a candy shoppe again.

"Okay, NOW can we have the cake?" Niall asked. Clearly he'd been waiting impatiently for quite some time. He could still make me laugh like no other.

"Yes, NOW you can have cake." Katie confirmed, cutting his piece first.

"Hey, can I show you this trick I've been learning with the chair?" Louis asked, after we had all finished our cake.

Louis had been learning tricks in the wheelchair ever since they'd started doing concerts again. He was so desperate to feel like part of the group again. He didn't want to just sit there and sing. It was pretty impressive what he'd taught himself. He could pop wheelies and do the shuffle and everything in between. He'd even gotten light up wheels to make it look 'cool'. I was excited to see what else he'd managed to learn.

"Can you hand me that?" he asked, pointing to the umbrella beside the door.

I reached over and grabbed it, "What're you doing?" I asked in puzzlement. Everybody else was clearly just as confused as me.

Using the umbrella for support and using a great deal of strength, he managed to heave himself to his feet. Everyone's jaw dropped. You could've heard a pin drop it was so quiet.

"The physical therapy's been working," he concurred, "I can't walk yet, but the doctor says that in a few weeks, I should be perfectly fine again."

I couldn't control myself. I was too excited for my own good. He literally fell backward into his chair when I sprinted up to hug him. It resulted in a round of applause from everyone and the feeling that my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

Everything was slowly beginning to get back to normal.
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