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Harry just finished one of his shows. He is still buzzing with the energy and the adrenalin that comes with performing in front of thousands of people. He can’t help but smile whenever he thinks about how lucky he is that he gets to do what he does for a living.
He loves singing and music. He always has. He loves that his passion follows him to his work and he especially loves that his passion is shared with so many people. There’s something so nice about the fact that all of those people showed up just to hear him sing.
He’s grateful to say the least.
He can hear the loud noises of all of the people who attended the show beginning to funnel out of the room. He peeks out from backstage to see the people. Everyone is dressed in all sorts of colors and he can see people wearing merch from One Direction. He can’t help but smile whenever he sees people wearing that merch.
It’s crazy for him to think about how long he’s managed to stay relevant. Many people end up falling off or ruin their own career over something dumb they said. Harry is forever eternally grateful that hasn’t happened to him yet.
He hears someone shout his name so he walks away from where he was standing, still smiling. He walks over to see the person who called his name was none other than his sister Gemma.
“Hey!” She calls out, arms extended for a hug. Harry picks up his walking pace before crashing into her arms. “Hi Gemma.” He says. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his waist. He breathes in the familiar scent of her perfume mixed in with a little sweat. It should be gross but it’s comforting to Harry.
“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks her when they separate. She nods. “Great show as always.” He smiles. “I’m glad.” Gemma places her hands on Harry’s face and slowly moves her thumbs up and down. “Got any fun plans to celebrate the success of the show?”
He hesitates before speaking. “Think I’m just going to head to bed. I’m so exhausted,” He settles on. She cocks her head at him. “Really?” He nods. “It’s easier to do than going out.”
“You sure? It can be my treat to you as a ‘great job on selling out another show’!” She tries to convince him but he simply dismisses it. “I could really go for a nap, thank you though.”
She looks down at his torso and then his legs. “You’re shaking with energy.” She points out. He groans. “It’s just adrenalin, nothing serious. I am like this anytime I perform.” Harry tries to reason with her to distract her from what he knows she is going to ask. She scoffs, catching onto his bullshit instantly. “You’re going to be too awake to fall asleep,” Harry shakes his head. Gemma sighs.
“Why don’t you call him? See what he’s up to tonight!”
Harry’s body stops shaking. He knows exactly who Gemma is talking about and he hates that. Harry shakes his head. “No,” He states. “No, I can’t just do that.” Gemma squints her eyes at him, not believing him. “Can’t or don’t want to?”
“Can’t. I doubt he’d pick up if I even called him; if I even have his right number. Knowing him he probably changed it years ago.” Gemma shrugs. “You don’t know that.” She always tried to reassure Harry whenever anyone ever brought him up that there was ‘no way he ever forgot about you two’. She understands how much he meant to Harry and how heartbroken he was when they ended their relationship.
“I do know that. Nobody ever wants to be called by their ex from a decade ago.”
She frowns. “Do you ever think he gets flashbacks?” She dismisses what Harry says. He stares at her a little longer. “Like, do you ever think he randomly remembers what you two had? There’s no way that he doesn’t. You two dated how long? Four years? There is no way he moved on from that instantly.”
Harry shakes his head. “Yeah I bet he remembers things, Gemma.”
“No, no. I mean do you think he ever misses it. Like, do you think he ever passes a place you two went to once and reminisces on what it was like to be with you?”
Harry holds his eye contact with her a little longer before sighing.
“No. I don’t think he ever misses it or misses me.” Gemma lets her shoulders slump. “You’re so negative.” Harry begins walking away from her, hoping that if he gets far enough away she’ll drop the conversation.
She follows him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind her when they’re in the room. The stylist goes up to Harry, handing him a makeup remover and beginning to take out any accessories attached to his outfit.
“Do you ever get flashbacks?” Gemma asks him while he wipes at his face. He scoffs. “We’re still talking about this?” He questions her. She nods. “You can’t run from it forever.” He shakes his head. “I have for the past nine years, I doubt the rest of my life is much more difficult.”
“Answer the question and I’ll drop it?” She asks him. He turns to her and raises an eyebrow. “You promise?” She nods her head again. Harry lets his body relax into the chair, thinking about it.
He looks down at his hands and begins tangling his fingers together. “Sometimes,” He says quietly, clearing his throat when he hears it. “Sometimes I find myself thinking about him and us, but what else can I really do, Gemma? We dated for most of the band and we lived together. I went through everything with him so I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.” He tells her.
“Why don’t you call him?”
Harry knows why he doesn’t call him but Gemma doesn’t know. He swore to himself he would never let her find out why.
-2018-
Saying Harry was drunk was an understatement. Harry was shit-faced. He could barely see straight (Hah! Isn’t that true!) and his thoughts are so jumbled together he can barely decipher what is real and what isn’t. He is walking down a road he is unfamiliar with. He should probably hide in case he runs into anyone with a camera, but that doesn’t sound any fun to him.
He should call someone, he thinks to himself. He knows he needs to get home or at least somewhere safer than a random street in the middle of the night, but how could he get home like this? Drunk driving would just kill him and someone else.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and gets to his contacts. He scrolls until he finds a contact he knows will help him. He presses the ‘call’ button and places the phone up to his ear. He listens to the ringing before hearing a familiar voice.
“Harry?” The voice questions. A wide smile grows on Harry’s face upon hearing the voice. “Louis,” He calls out. “Hi! I’ve missed your voice.” He hears shuffling on the other end of the call. “Harry…” Louis echoes. Harry giggles. “I like hearing you say my name. It reminds me of when we were sixteen…well, when I was sixteen. You’re older.”
Louis sighs and Harry catches onto the disappointment laced in that sigh. “You shouldn’t be calling me right now.” Louis tells him. Harry shakes his head and then giggles when he realizes Louis can’t see him do that. He feels so high on life that he can’t help but feel joy over everything.
“How are you?” Harry slurs on his words but he couldn’t care less. “You’re drunk right now, Harry.” Louis realizes after hearing his voice. Harry rolls his eyes as he continues walking down the street. He’s looking around in the hopes that the street will be recognizable at some point in time.
“I didn’t ask if I was drunk.” Harry whines.
“Where are you right now?”
Harry stops walking and looks around. He still has no clue where he is and there are no street signs around him. “Don’t know, I was hoping I’d run into a sign or something…” He trails off. Louis swears under his breath but Harry catches it. He says nothing no matter how badly he wants to.
“Do you think you could share your location with me right now? I’ll come and get you.” Louis tells him. Harry hears shuffling and assumes it’s Louis getting to his car. “Yeah, yeah I’ll do that.” Harry begins grinning stupidly because Louis wants his location. Louis wants to see him again.
Harry’s mind runs wild with the outcomes of seeing Louis again for the first time since their breakup. He turns his location on for Louis. “I did it!” Harry happily exclaims. “Great. Stay on the phone with me and I’ll come and get you.”
He hears Louis’s car start and pull out from his home. He’s excited to say the least, just to see Louis again. “Do you ever miss me?” Harry asks out loud. Louis doesn’t respond immediately, just softly breathes. “I think you need to get some rest.” Louis sounds tired, and that’s all Harry hears, not the words that came out of his mouth.
“You should sleep. You sound more exhausted than me and I’ve been drinking all night.” Harry laughs and he’s not quite sure at what. He thinks he is laughing at himself because he thinks he’s hilarious. “I’m not physically tired so sleep won’t do much for me.” Louis says.
They remain silent for the rest of Louis’s drive. Harry wants to speak but he doesn’t ever get the responses he wants when he does.
When Louis reaches Harry he is laying on a bench. Harry gives a lazy smile and Louis hates it. Feels too much like home. “You always take care of me.” Harry says as he stares up at Louis. Louis gives a small smile back. “It’s my job, I guess.” He drags Harry off of the bench and into the backseat of his car.
He walks to the driver's seat and begins the drive to where he believes Harry lives. Harry frowns when Louis sits down. “Why do I have to be in the back all by myself?” He asks as he crosses his arms to show his sadness. Louis smiles. “I’d rather you not throw up on me while I’m driving.” He says with a pointed look.
“I’d never do that to you!” Harry protests. Louis chuckles. “You can’t think straight right now, I think my fear is justified.” Harry starts giggling at Louis. “I also can’t think straight since I’m not.” Louis shakes his head fondly. “You’ll never change.” He mumbles.
“I like to think I have changed over the years. My hair isn’t as long as it once was for starters.” Harry tells him. Louis raises his eyebrows. “You got me there.”
The drive is filled with Harry’s comments about the passing objects and about the air conditioning being either too cold or too hot. Louis gives a small chuckle or grin to most of the things Harry says, making up for his lack of speech. Harry appreciates it either way.
When Harry realizes they are approaching his home, he feels ready to crash into his bed. He hadn’t realized all of the energy he had lost from simply walking up until now. His feet ache in the shoes he’s been wearing for the past however many hours.
He gathers himself and unbuckles when they are in his driveway. Louis turns to Harry once the car is parked. “I assumed you still lived here so if you don’t that’s not my fault.” Harry smiles at his comment. “You’re lucky I do or we would have really confused some strangers.” Louis smiles. “Well you better get going before they realize you are in their house and I’m trespassing,” Harry grins.
Louis lets out a breath. “Goodnight, drink water tomorrow morning.” There's something about the caring comment and the tone Louis used that reminds Harry of the boy he misses: Louis before their breakup.
Harry puts his hand on the door handle, ready to leave and crash onto his bed, but then he has an idea that he doesn’t give a second thought to.
“I love you, Louis,” He tells him. He knows he isn’t saying that to the current Louis sitting in the front seat, more the Louis he has been missing for the past three years. He watches as Louis’s expression morphs from a silly smile to a blank expression. Harry feels himself sober up immediately at the face, realizing what he had just said. “Louis, wait,”
“Get to bed, Harry.” Louis cuts Harry off. Harry feels his heart sink down into his stomach. He nods and opens the door. Once he is out of the car he gets ready to shut the door when Louis calls out his name. He turns back to face Louis, ready to be called a ‘terrible person’.
“Don’t call me again, yeah?” He asks. Harry feels sick with guilt. “Yeah.” He whispers before shutting the door. He walks away from the car and into his house, tears threatening to spill when he’s standing in front of his door.
The next day all he feels other than his pounding headache is pure embarrassment. He’s fucked up any future chance of befriending Louis from four stupid words. He hates himself and his need to say anything he thinks of.
All he can think is just why? Why would I tell him that?
-Present-
“Why don’t you call him?”
Harry feels the memory of his drunken mistake rewind through his mind. He’s met with the embarrassment he felt all of those years ago when Louis asked him to not call him again. He shakes the memory out of his mind.
“Cause he wouldn’t answer.” He says plainly. “You don’t know that.” She tells him. He shakes his head again. “I do know it. I’ve tried.”
He called Louis a week after his drunken encounter. He did it so he could apologize for his actions, but Louis never answered or called him back. Harry got the hint pretty quickly that his presence was unwanted in Louis’s life so he never tried calling again. This time he can save himself from the humiliation unlike last time if he just doesn’t try again.
Gemma loses the words in her mouth. Harry looks over at her to see she has nothing to say. “Sometimes true love doesn’t walk back into your life.” Harry whispers but she hears it perfectly. She closes her mouth after realizing she had left it open.
Harry knows he misses Louis. He knows sometimes their relationship crosses his mind whenever he thinks of pure, young love. He sometimes gets flashbacks to when they were happy. When they were young and weren’t broken like they are now as adults. Before they fought whenever they were around each other, before they made the other person cry, before they ruined themselves by ruining each other.
He gets flashbacks to the warmth he felt when Louis smiled, flashbacks to their dates at shitty fast food chains, flashbacks to the hugs Louis gave him whenever the hate got into his head, and flashbacks to when Louis wrote him a notebook full of hand written reasons for why ‘Louis Tomlinson will marry Harry Styles’.
He wonders where that notebook and the love poured into it are right now. Are they sitting in a box in his closet or are they hiding somewhere in the back of Harry’s mind? He wants to find that notebook before he goes to sleep tonight, just to revisit the fuzzy feeling it gave him when he read it all of those years ago.
-2014-
Harry and Louis had gotten into a fight. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to fight with each other these days. The stress of all of the work they did with no breaks was finally settling in and the only way they could take it out was on each other. Zayn was always the angriest, shouting at any person who spoke to him.
Today wasn’t any different. They were on their third interview of the day and were sick and tired of each other. They all just wanted to be alone to calm down, but that didn’t happen to them because they’re One Direction (Whatever that even means), the boyband that never stops.
Before the day had started, Harry was angry at Louis. They had spent the morning cuddling close to each other in bed, giggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was their only peaceful moment they had been given.
When Harry had opened his phone and saw that the news and different articles had been talking about Louis and his fake girlfriend (At the time fake, Harry frowns when he remembers that) Eleanor, and it just set Harry off. He and Louis had shouted at each other back and forth about the fake relationship.
Harry knew it was his fault and he shouldn’t have gotten angry like that, but he just can’t help it. He has been hurting for so long, it felt impossible to be happy at anything.
They had an hour to relax before they had to get right back to work. These breaks were never relaxing. They argued with each other during their only moments of silence just because they’re so burnt out.
There was a small couch that all five of them had managed to sit on, despite their tangled limbs. Niall sat on top of Liam’s legs that were extended across the cushions, Zayn was leaning against Louis’s left shoulder, eyes closed, Harry sat behind Louis with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. The boys remained silent, not knowing what to say without angering someone.
They’re all walking on eggshells around each other. They’re supposed to be brothers, each other’s ride or die, but they’re just exhausted. They threaten leaving the band, cutting each member off when they’re out on their own. Originally, they knew that they wouldn’t leave the band and were just being dramatic, but now it actually feels real. The thought to leave lingers in each member’s mind.
Harry rests his head on Louis's right shoulder, taking in his scent. He didn’t know how to apologize without starting another fight so he just cuddled close to him. When he feels Louis lean back into his touch, he knows he is forgiven. Louis places his hands on top of Harry’s and traces shapes with his fingers.
Harry turns his head and kisses Louis’s jaw. “I love you. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.” He whispers in his ear. Louis’s lips curl into a soft smile. He turns his head to face Harry. “I love you more.” He whispers back. Harry can’t help the smile that creeps on his face.
“I don’t think that’s possible.” Harry says as his face gets closer to Louis’s. He knows his boyfriend is having to turn his head at an uncomfortable angle to face him, but he doesn’t care. If it bothers Louis enough, he’ll sit in Harry’s lap, and who is he to complain about that? Louis closes the gap between them, slotting their lips together.
Harry feels all of the stress leave his body when Louis kisses him. The overwhelming feeling of stress he had been feeling for the past couple of months was leaving his body. Harry moved his hands to cup Louis’s face, pulling him closer, if that was possible.
Louis’s lips were soft and faintly tasted of chapstick. Harry guesses the flavor was vanilla. All of the stress Harry had been feeling was worth it just to be here right now, kissing Louis while their best friends were sitting right next to them.
Louis pulls away first, much to Harry’s dismay. He chuckles and turns to face their bandmates. Liam was on his phone, not noticing the pair and Niall and Zayn were both fast asleep. Louis turned back to Harry with a grin on his face. “I have something to show you when we’re back on the bus.” He whispers. Harry smiles. “What is it?” Louis shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”
Harry pulled Louis closer to his body. He remembers that Louis is his boyfriend, and has been. He loves that thought.
The hours pass until all five of them are allowed back on the tour bus. Louis runs to the bus, dragging Harry with him. He opens the door and pulls Harry to their bunk. Harry lays down on the bed and stares up at Louis. “Okay you have to close your eyes.” He tells him as he begins searching through his bag. Harry places his hands over his eyes.
He hears shuffling until the only noise is the rest of the boys getting settled in for the night. He feels a small weight of something being placed on his chest. He can't quite make out what it is. He then feels a larger weight on him and realizes it’s louis laying on top of him.
“You can look now.” He hears Louis say. He opens his eyes and sees Louis laying on him. He chuckles softly. “Are you my surprise?” He asks him. Louis shakes his head and takes a notebook that was sitting on Harry’s chest. “This is,”
Harry takes the notebook and reads the words written in big letters (He recognizes it as Louis’s handwriting) that say ‘Louis Tomlinson will marry Harry Styles’. Harry gasps lightly at the words before looking up at Louis. Louis is smiling fondly down at him. “Go on then, read it!” He says with a giggle.
Louis climbs off of Harry to lay down next to him. Harry smiles before opening the notebook. The first page has a small paragraph written on it, again in Louis’s handwriting. Harry wonders in the back of his mind where Louis got the time to write this without Harry noticing.
‘To my amazing boyfriend,
I have loved you since the moment we first met during the X-Factor. I loved your curly hair and outgoing personality. You stole my heart and I don’t wish for you to ever give it back. You are the best thing that has ever come into my life and I hope each day that you never leave it. I also hope you don’t ever leave me. I’d be pretty fucking sad if you ever did. I have written down every reason that I will get married to you one day to show just how much I love you. You’re the world's best boyfriend, Harry. I love you!!!
Xoxo, Louis Tomlinson’
Harry turned his face to Louis to see that he was smiling at him. Harry grins and pulls Louis’s face to his, smashing their lips together. Harry moves to lay on top of Louis, refusing to separate their lips. He hits his head on the top of the bunk but he doesn’t care, he is too caught up in Louis.
Louis tangles his fingers in Harry’s long, curly hair, softly pulling at the strands. Harry can’t get enough of Louis. He has never loved one person so much until now. He pulls away and stares down at Louis. “Fuck, Lou…” He breathes out. Louis smiles up at Harry and goes to pull Harry back down when they hear a loud gagging noise.
“Please, I’m begging you, do not have sex on the bus!” Liam shouts from his bunk above the couple. Niall starts giggling. From the sound of it, he’s across the bus. “I also agree with that.” Zayn calls out. Louis groans loudly. “We were not going to have sex!” He shouts back. “Bullshit! I can hear the way you two are talking!” Zayn argues. Louis rolls his eyes.
“Oh fuck Louis! You’re the best boyfriend!” Liam deepens his voice to imitate Harry, making Zayn laugh. Harry scoffs loudly. “I do not sound like that!” Harry says. Niall starts laughing, making Harry eye him. “Louis you said you had a surprise for Harry, was it your own dick? Was there a ribbon on it?” Zayn asks while laughing at himself.
“It was actually something sweet and romantic that I did for him!”
“Sex is very romantic, Louis.”
Louis shakes his head. “So fucking stupid.” He whispers to Harry, making him chuckle. “I’m not deaf! I can hear you two whispering!”
“Probably about sex.” Liam says. Louis pushes Harry off of him, crawling towards the end of the bed. “Zayn, where are you?” Louis asks, getting off the bed. He stands up and faces Liam’s bunk. “What the hell, you’re cuddling with Liam!”
Zayn chuckles. “And what about it? Are you jealous?” He asks him. “Never. I got my own boyfriend.”
“‘Course he’s not jealous he just got dick!” Liam says with a chuckle. “I bet you want Zayn’s dick, Liam.” Louis tells him. Harry shakes his hand before grabbing the notebook to read what Louis created for him. He feels the bus rock and hears Zayn let out an exaggerated moan. “Oh Liam! We should have sex right now on this bus with everyone else on it!” Liam and Zayn both start giggling while Louis just lets out a sigh.
“You two are the worst!”
‘Reason one,
I will marry you because you know me so well. Nobody else can look at me and tell whether or not I’m faking a smile, but you can. You probably know me better than my own mum knows me. You’re like my other half. Fuck that, you ARE my other half!’
Harry smiles while Louis continues bickering with Liam and Zayn. For someone who wrote something so romantic for Harry, he sure does bicker a lot.
‘Reason two,
HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HOT YOU ARE? I can’t not marry someone who’s as hot as you are. That would be the biggest mistake of my life. I’d never forgive myself for passing up on it. Well, I’d actually never forgive myself for not marrying you. Everyone else is shit compared to you.’
(When Harry remembers that’s something that Louis has actually written down, he frowns. Would Louis say the same thing now, ten years later? Or does he think he’s better off without Harry?)
Louis climbs back into the bunk with Harry, shutting the curtain behind him. He looks over at Harry and sees the notebook in Harry’s hands. “You reading without me?” He asks with a frown. “You were busy shouting at Zayn and Liam.” He tells him. Louis rolls his eyes. “They deserved it.” He tells him. “Fuck you!” Zayn shouts. Louis cocks his head, making Harry smile. “Right back at you,” He shouts before moving to lay next to Harry.
“Keep reading, it gets better the more you go on.” Louis begins softly playing with the strands of Harry’s hair, making Harry relax into the bunk. He continues reading the notebook with a fond smile plastered on his face. He loves his boy.
-Present-
Gemma stands in front of Harry, staring at him knowingly. “I think you just need to fight to get him back.” She tells him. Harry snorts, thinking what she said was a joke. “Yeah right, that will surely get him back, my desperation.” He stares back at her. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that you should just like, I don’t know, message him on Twitter or something dumb like that.” Harry raises an eyebrow at her. “You think that will work?”
She shrugs. “That’s for you to find out.”
He holds eye contact with her for a little longer before looking at his reflection into the mirror. He’ll admit it, he misses Louis sometimes. Sometimes he misses the pure love he felt whenever Louis looked at him from across a room, but how does he know that Louis will even reply?
He shakes his head. “Whatever, I’ll message him.” Harry says with a sigh. Gemma cheers before walking over to Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You won’t regret it!” She happily exclaims.
He wonders if following his sister's advice will do him any good. What if it doesn’t work out? What if Louis blocks him when he tries to reach out to him? What if Louis makes fun of him?
But what if it goes right?
–
Harry is lying alone in his hotel room. He’s had to learn how to live in a hotel room ever since he became famous. Some nights it’s comforting to be somewhere different but other nights it’s lonely. Sometimes he misses his childhood bedroom at his mother’s house. He hasn’t been there in a while now that he’s thinking about it.
He’ll call her soon, see how she is doing.
Harry looks around, taking in the basic room. Nothing about it screams ‘home’ or ‘comfort’ as much as it does ‘plain’. Harry wants to feel uncomfortable but there was also a time where the only place he had ever known was hotel rooms and tour bus bunk beds.
He isn’t quite sure if he misses those days. It’s a nostalgic thought now but he always remembers the discomfort that followed with sleeping in a new bed every night.
He takes his phone out of the charger. He doesn’t have any new text messages, he hardly ever does. Being famous means you have a lot of numbers from people you’ve met but you’re also not close enough to those people to receive random messages from them.
He unlocks his phone and decides to go on Instagram. He knows he won’t see anything that especially sparks his interest, but that just feels like life. He wonders what his life would be like if he never got famous. Would he be happier or would he feel just as empty?
He ignores that thought.
He scrolls for about twenty seconds before he just closes the app all together. He figured it wasn’t worth it to see people posting about their lives when he just feels bored of his.
He has a thought in the back of his mind telling him the only reason he is depressed is because he isn’t doing anything to help keep him busy. He wasn’t like this when he was in One Direction and he knows exactly why. Louis had always kept him busy and entertained. He would always take Harry out somewhere new to eat after a concert or he would tell him stories to keep him awake just a little longer.
Harry thinks about him a lot but he figures it makes a lot of sense as to why. They lived together and dated for years, he was bound to cross his mind whenever he had nothing else to occupy him with. He feels bad for himself.
He opens up Netflix to try and distract himself with some bland movie about some bland relationship. Anything to take his thoughts away from Louis.
He scrolls through the options before settling on some random rom-com from the early 2000s. It seemed interesting enough to keep his mind before he goes to sleep. He sets his phone up and allows himself to get comfortable in the bed. He presses ‘play’ and watches as the movie starts.
He wonders how many people in this movie he can recognize. He smiles and decides to make a little game out of recognizing all of the different actors and actresses. They’d have all aged by now so he appreciates the challenge of identifying them.
Maybe this is a boring activity, but Harry is very entertained by it.
The move is around an hour and a half long, but only twenty minutes in and Harry is already bored. It didn’t work to distract him as much as it made him want to message Louis. It wasn’t too late into the night for the message to be hinting at anything more than it is so if he did it now it would be safe.
He closes the Netflix app and opens up Instagram.
He gives himself no thinking time as he searches up Louis’s profile. He wants to back down and not send the message, but the curiosity in him just can’t. He clicks on the ‘message’ button and clicks on the text box.
“Now or never.” He whispers to himself. He begins tapping away at the digital keyboard, creating a message that he hopes doesn’t come off as too desperate, but that wouldn’t exactly be far from the truth now.
He reads over the message once, twice, and sends it before he can read it over again and have second thoughts on it. He decides to close the app while he was at it, too scared for Louis to read it, too scared for him not to read it.
‘Hey Louis. I know it’s been awhile but I just wanted to talk to you’
Harry thinks his message is stupid and cliche but he could honestly care less. He was determined to somehow get Louis back into his life even if he had to beg him.
Well, he probably wouldn’t beg him. Seems a bit over the top.
All he can do now is wait.