but the wait will be worth it

chapter two

Present day
One year later
February 8th, 2012

"I'm home!"

Suddenly, the door opened slightly as Louis and some bags slipped through.

"What's in the bags?" I asked, getting up from the couch.

"I rented us a movie. 's called The Notebook. You said you've been wanting to see it so I stopped by the RedBox on the way. Picked up dinner, too. From this new Italian place."

I smirked and slowly walked over to him. Without even realizing it, I pushed him lightly against the door. Moving my lips up to his ear, I sweetly whispered, "I missed you," and kissed his neck.

"Harry, let me set these bags down first," he whimpered. I smiled and softly bit his shoulder. Louis giggled and protested again. "Haz, stop that," Louis tried to push me away.

"No," I smiled and mumbled, my voice drowned out by his lips as I began to kiss him.

"Harry—" he said as I leaned father into him. I placed my hand on the wall above him. He warmly kissed me back, and stroked his empty hand up and down my back. My lips clashed with his, as he let out a small grunt.

"Harry," he shortly said, "Harry, wait,"

I pressed my tongue into his mouth, but it unwillingly slipped out as Louis began to speak. I moved to the bottom of his ear and along the back of his neck. The day was unbearable without Louis. Half a day apart from him was much too long. All I needed was just a little taste—

"Harry, Harry stop," he said whilst pushing me away with a grin. I laughed and tried to lift him up into my arms.

"Harry, no, baby. I need to talk to you." He looked concerned so I set him down. I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked away, sweeping his hand away from mine.

He set the bags down on the counter and went into our room. As I followed him, it was noticeable that he was quite anxious. I had seemed to learn a lot about Louis since we met two years ago. I did know that when he was nervous, he began to fiddle with his hands a bit. I walked over to where he was sitting on our bed, and held his hands with mine. He knowingly smiled at me, so I gave him a puzzled look.

"Is something wrong? You seem nervous."

He sighed. "Aw, Haz. Always caring about me instead of telling me about your day. Why is it, again, that you are not currently telling me about your day?" he answered, face still flushed from our kiss.

"Mkay, Lou. I will tell you about my day when you tell me why you are upset. What was it you needed to talk to me about?" He then began to steer the conversation away from the subject.

"I got new pants today. They look a bit like your Ralph Lauren ones. A bit tight, though. Might need to return them."

"Cmon, Lou. I didn't stop kissing you for nothing," I mumbled. He turned around and playfully shooed me away.

One of my favorite things to do was admire Louis. The way he bites his lip when trying not to smile at me. The way his eyes glisten whenever he feels safe. The way his clothes always wrap so perfectly around his body. They always say, it hurts the most to admire something that you can't have. I wouldn't have ever thought that I would understand the pain of that phrase.

He finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

"Okay. So it could mean nothing. It probably means nothing. But management stopped me after we finished recording this morning. Said they needed to meet with us tomorrow after work." He looked quite upset, although I couldn't really understand the expression on his face.