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“I’ve missed you” Harry mumbles into Louis’ neck as the older man hugs him tight, scared to let go.
“Your last show was amazing, absolutely breath-taking sweetheart. Couldn’t take my eyes off you”
“Thank you” Harry hugs him tighter, still unable to fathom the fact that it’s all over. No more Love On Tour. Tears start to pool in his eyes at the thought and Louis can detect the change in atmosphere and the sniffles against his t-shirt.
He pulls away from his husband, just enough to use the pad of his thumb to swipe over his damp cheeks. “It’s okay to be sad, Sun, it’s okay, let it out” and with that Harry breaks down into loud sobs. Body shaking in his partners strong, secure grip.
He had gotten on a flight last night so he could be with Louis right now in Boston, after spending Saturday and Sunday in Italy with his family, primarily his mum and sister who were also balling their eyes out with him.
“I-I just can-can’t believe it-it’s over” he sobs into Louis’ neck.
“I know darling, I know how devastated you are. But remember that you deserve this break, so goddam much, alright? You’ve worked so bloody hard these past few years and are worthy of taking time away to be Harry, my Harry, my Harry Tomlinson. Harry who likes to have long lie-ins on the weekends, Harry who loves to go on runs with the dogs, Harry who has no stress or worries, but when he does, Harry who loves to stress-clean our entire home. My Harry.”
“I love you Lou”
“Me too sweetheart, love you more than you know” Harry pulls away and wipes his eyes as they make their way to the small sofa in Louis’ hotel room.
“Did you like the piano piece?” A tentative voice asks from beneath Louis’ arm as he hugs the younger man into his side.
“Did I like the piece?” Disbelief lacing his tone at the fact that Harry even has to ask. “It was bloody incredible, Sun. Had me crying in here, was sending pictures of me tear stained face to Anne and Gems” Harry giggles into Louis’ ribs.
“No you didn’t” he chuckles.
“I did in fact, would you like to see our group chat” Louis states matter-of-factly whilst wiggling the phone from his back pocket.
Harry sits upright and stares in shock at Louis, “Since when do you three have a group chat?”
“We’ve had quite a few over the years, but this one was mainly so we could chat about your tour. I mean it’s called Harry’s roadies” they both erupt into laughter at the name until Louis schools his face enough to continue, “it’s mostly so we can all talk about how much we miss you to be honest.” He says with a soft smile gracing his lips, that Harry leans in to peck assuringly.
“I missed you all as well. I mean, I know we talked like everyday but I couldn’t hug any of you every day” he says solemnly, “I love hugging you Boobear” Louis rolls his eyes affectionately at the nickname but returns Harry’s hug with firm arms that keep the taller man tucked into him on the small sofa.
“6 days and we’ll be home, Sunshine. 6 days my love” Louis says, reminding the both of them that they have a couple of weeks off between the two legs of Louis’ tour.
“Mhm, 6 days” Harry mumbles sleepily.
“C’mon, up you get, let’s get ready for bed H.” Louis pats Harry’s thigh in encouragement to stand. Harry grumbles his way through their whole routine of skin and dental care whilst being sat on the countertop, hitting his heels rhythmically against the cabinet beneath him. He stays perched on the granite as Louis goes on his tiptoes to put Harry’s small claw-clip into the long strands of hair at the tip of his head and as he plants a loving kiss on his nose after. Louis scoops Harry off the counter by his armpits and leads him to the bed, stripping them both down to their boxers and briefs, spooning him from behind and pressing small kisses into the nape of his neck. “I’m so very proud of you Harry, I admire your commitment to your fans and your job, how you give 110% to everything you do, and how you never fail to make at least one person smile every day. You’re special, so stupidly special you make my heart burst with adoration and love every time I see you” he nuzzles his nose into Harry’s neck as the man listens to his words with a smile. “I am so in love with you it hurts” he concludes with a tender kiss to Harry’s skin.
“I love you too Louis, thank you for supporting me”
“Always and forever, no matter what you’re doing, I will always support you. Unless you ask me for a divorce.” He jokes, knowing Harry won’t take it to heart.
“How could I ever live without your constant mess?” Harry questions with mock interest and voice drowning with sarcasm.
“We both know you love to clear it up, you neat freak” Louis grins at the slight rumble of Harry’s body from laughter.
“Anyways, I’m knackered darling,” Harry yawns, “I love you, thank you for being such an amazing husband all the time”
“I love you too sweetheart, get some sleep my little pop star” They both fall asleep with peaceful smiles lingering on their lips, memories of the last show dance beneath Harry’s eyelids, as the melody of his farewell echoes in his ears, an end and a beginning. He dreams about the domestic bliss the next few years will bring, him, Louis, Clifford, Bruce, and the small baby girl that was confirmed to be born late February, a few days ago.