The Wish

"What do you want for your birthday, darling?" His mother asked, running her perfectly manicured hands through her son's hair.

"I-I want a toy, mum. A toy that can talk back. A toy that stays with me all the time" Louis replied, his eyelids fighting to keep his eyes open.

Louis Tomlinson, the future heir of a company that earns profits in millions of pounds was soon going to celebrate his seventh birthday. So of course, his wishes become true but the problem is - the toy is not inanimate. It's a very much breathing, living five year old boy with chocolate curls.

"It's all yours Louis. All yours to play with"