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His phone rang and Louis smiled, taking the Facetime call.
"Hello, love of my life!"
And he was in such a good mood, seeing his favourite person only made him even more so.
Harry only smirked, green eyes playful and dimples in display.
Louis raised an eyebrow.
His man was up to no good, he knew him enough to know that.
"Should I be worried, Lou?" asked the curly one, and Louis frowned.
"About?"
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"About you, running away with someone else."
Louis' heart stopped and he frowned, so confused.
He tried to think about what could have prompted that.
"I wanna say no, but I don't understand where this is all coming from." he tilted his head, "You know I love you, right?"
Harry chuckled fondly and something loosened inside of Louis' chest.
Then his husband shook his head fondly, typing something on his phone.
"I swear sometimes you're such a boomer."
"Oi! Heard that!"
Harry laughed again.
And then, Louis' phone biped.
"Did you just fucking text me while we're actually talking?"
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Just open the bloody chat."
"But H-"
"For God's sake Tomlinson, open the damn chat."
Louis chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"It's Tomlinson-Styles, to you."
Harry smiled again, that fond look in his eyes reserved for Louis only.
(Fuck, Louis loved that look.)
He shook his head and cleared his throat, before he opened the message.
And then he frowned.
He saw the images of the security guard looking at him, saw the tweets, saw that said security guard had re-tweeted some of them...
And his eyes suddenly widened as he looked back at the love of his life.
"I had no idea!" he hurried to say, panicked suddenly, blue eyes wide and frantic. "I swear! Babe-"
"Lou, take a breath." chuckled Harry lovingly. "I have absolutely no doubt about you. I trust you. Completely."
Louis let out a breath he had not known he had been holding until then.
And then he felt foolish but he just had to ask.
He had to.
Needed to be sure.
"You're not gonna leave me, right?"
And he hated that he still felt so vulnerable, even after all these years.
But they had been through actual hell together.
And sometimes - just sometimes, it just fel surreal that they had made it together as well.
Harry's eyes widened and then he chuckled lovingly,
"Nope. I'm afraid it's not gonna be that easy to get rid of me, Tomlinson-Styles." he winked and Louis' heart warmed, "You're stuck with me forever."
Louis smiled fondly at his quirky husband.
"Lucky me." he murmured and Harry blushed.
But then Louis tilted his head, something had changed in Harry's stance.
"What is it, sun?"
Harry just scrunched up his nose.
(Fuck, he was cute.)
"I can't say that I liked seeing someone checking you out, someone close to you, someone that could-"
"Haz-"
"But it didn't upset me in the sense you think..." his voice broke and he admitted, pouting. "It just made me miss you so fucking much."
Louis' heart broke.
"I miss you too, baby. All the fucking time."
Harry smiled sadlyl, playing with his rings.
"But it's worth it, right?"
And then he looked up and green eyes locked onto blue."
"Yes." Louis said without an ounce of hesitation. "You're worth fucking everything to me, Harry. Always have, always will."
Harry's eyes were shining with unshed tears as he bit his bottom lip, dimple showing up.
"You are, too."
"Good to know." Louis winked and Harry chuckled. Then someone knocked at his door and Louis sighed, "I've gotta go, my love." he scrunched his nose, "I'll see you soon?"
"Counting the days until we do." Harry smiled sadly.
"I love you, Haz. More than anything."
"I love you that much, too."
And weeks later, when they were finally in each other's arms again...
It was indeed worth all of it.