Soulmate Search // larry

Day 13

Eloise says not to worry. He’s probably super busy, but he’ll be here Friday afternoon, maybe Saturday morning, as promised. Really, she says, Harry just needs to take a deep breath and calm down. It hasn’t even been a full day yet.

“It’s been sixteen hours, seven minutes, and thirty two seconds,” he replies with a huff, crossing his arms and pouting.

Sixteen hours, seven minutes, and thirty two seconds since the Skype call ended, since he’s heard from Louis. Harry didn’t get much sleep at all last night. He’s texted Louis about four hundred times to receive nothing but silence on the other end. He calls him only to hear his recorded voice, asking Harry to leave his name and number and to have a kick ass day.

“Kat,” Eloise says, “tell him to stop being a worry wart.”

Kat pops up from behind the bakery’s showcase, handing a customer a pastry. “Harry, don’t be such a worry wart.”

In only a few days, it seems like sitting in the back corner booth at the bakery each morning until they close up is becoming a daily routine. Harry and Eloise don’t have much else to do, seeing as they’ve spent almost two weeks in New York City now and it feels like a second home already. Besides, they want to wait to do the last of the cool stuff with Louis.

“But seriously, I’m sure Louis is fine,” Kat says as Niall comes out from the kitchen with a steaming tray of cookies. “You shouldn’t spend your last week here fretting over it and not enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah!” Niall says, placing a cookie in front of Harry with a smile. “And you’ve got us to spend time with until you leave. What could be better?”

“Don’t answer that!” Kat calls from across the store as he opens his mouth to respond. An older couple glares at her, but she pays them no mind.

“I just wish he would answer me,” Harry says with a sigh. He picks up the cookie and takes a nimble, but burns his tongue. “Thanks for the warning,” he says almost inaudibly with his tongue dipped in a cup of water.

Niall just laughs loudly, pats Harry on the back, and returns to the kitchen after tripping over the leg of a chair. The three watch him go, wondering what goes on in that boy’s mind. It must be interesting to be Niall Horan.

“He’ll text you soon, Harry, but until then relax. Eat your cookie,” Eloise says with a chuckle, giving her friend a hug (which proves to be difficult while they’re still in the booth).

So he does. He sits, and eats his cookie, and thinks about Louis. But not in a worrisome way. It’s more of in a fond way as he scrolls through his camera roll, smiling without realizing it at all the pictures of them together.

God, Louis is so beautiful. And he knows that he keeps saying that (Eloise is almost tired of hearing it. Almost), but he just doesn’t understand how it is physically possible to be that beautiful. Especially while he’s being cute and adorable and gorgeous and incredibly sexy at the same time. And so huggable. Louis always looks huggable. Harry wants to hold him in his arms forever and never let go.