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Louis comes home after a late night studio session. His back aches from the sitting so long in the chair. He puts the keys aside and taps the screen for the lights to turn on. The house is quiet, too quiet he would think. He walks towards the kitchen thinking of making some tea before he goes to bed and sleeps for atleast a day.
He shouldn’t be this tired. Or maybe he should be given the fact that he is indeed getting old. His movements are slow and drowsy. Damn he is really tired, he wonders why. Maybe he just needs a good cuddle or a nice warm shower with his favorite person in the world.
He feels his eyes get wet while stirring the tea. Wow! It’s been five years and he’s still not used to being away from his boy. After everything that they have been through one would think they might be used to it, but the truth is they are not. Especially Louis, he may look as the tough guy but the reality is every single wall he builds crumbles when it comes to Harry, the love of his life, his present and his future.
He lies down on their old couch which is facing the big tall windows overlooking their infinity pool and the lovely view of the hills. He releases a long sigh as he sits down; this couch is heaven it’s literally made of clouds or maybe it is the fact that this is the same couch they had in their first apartment in London. The one filled with so many fond memories, some even makes him blush. And Harry being the sap he is shipped it all the way to LA a few years ago.Many a time has Louis caught Harry fast asleep on it, says he misses him a little less when he’s on it and Louis is somewhere else and Harry is alone in this big house that they are slowly turning into a home.
The thing is Louis really misses his boy okay. It’s been a few stressful days with work and he just wants to relax with his fiancé. He knows he’s being selfish when he thinks that he wants them to be together all the time, he knows that they have work to do and most of the time it is in different places of the world. He knows it’s a part of being a famous but it still hurts, he still misses him. He can’t wait for Harry to be back. Even if it is a day they get to be holed up in their home together Louis is so excited for it. He can’t wait to cuddle his little spoon, he can’t wait to hide his face in his boy’s hair, he can’t wait to inhale his boy’s smell, he can’t wait to hear him talk about all the things he did after he left, he can’t wait to hear his plans for the rest of the days before tour starts again.
Louis drinks his tea scrolling through his phone searching places in LA to go for once his boy is back. There’s apparently a nice winery that is about an hour away. Louis thinks that Harry might like it, apparently it’s hidden away and it’s got massive gardens to walk through and nice little places to have a romantic meal. Perfect! Louis thinks. Harry would definitely love it.
Just when he is about to get up and go to their room he gets a text message from Harry.
‘Hi baby, hope you got home safe. I just got home as well. I’m going to go sleep now because I sort of have a flight to catch tomorrow; it’s apparently going to this place called Los Angeles. Do you know anything about that place? Is it big, will I get lost there?’
Louis can’t stop smiling at his phone.
Then another one comes through.
‘Sleep tight little one with the pretty blue eyes, few more hours till I see you. Till then you have my heart and my soul, its right next to you as you sleep. I love you more than you can know and I miss you so much, I can’t wait to see you and get back all the time we missed, you are not leaving me or the house and definitely not the bed once I’m back. Love you angel, Goodnight xxxx’
If Louis cried a bit before going to sleep it’s totally and completely acceptable because he has the best fiancé in the world who is also his best friend and also literally just the best person alive and he is going to see him tomorrow and he just cannot wait for it. He’s so excited that he cries and cocoons himself in their bed. He faces the pillow that says ‘The King of the Bed and touches it with his hand. ‘I can’t wait to see you too baby boy’ and brings it to cuddle with him before he drifts off to sleep.