Who are you?

chapter 7.

"Whatcha doing?" Harry asked over the phone. When Louis forgot to text him back, Harry decided to give him a call because he was just that bored. He wasn't on the bus anymore, but they had about an hour before they were doing anything, and Harry claimed that he wanted to talk to his new friend. 

"Practicing Essays," Louis said casually, praying  that Harry wouldn't look too much into that. Unfortunately, his luck with Harry letting things slide has passed. 

"Oh, are you in summer classes?" He asked, and Louis shook his head. 

"No, but I almost failed my literature class last semester, so I wanted to practice my essay writing for next sem," he lied like it was nothing. He was almost concerned with how easy it was for Louis to lie to his boyfriend of another world. Maybe because he wasn't technically Harry, his subconscious made it easier.

"Oh, fun. I never finished literature, I kind of miss it," Harry said, and Louis wanted to say something along the lines of 'I can teach you', but he had maybe a year more on him when it came to literature classes. 

Louis wasn't even working on essays. He was writing down every possibility he could think of that could get him back home. So far, he's come  up with:

Sing with One Direction

Kiss Harry

Get Harry to fall in love with me again

Get signed

That was all Louis could think of, and it honestly sounded more like a bucket list than anything. He wouldn't complain about the first three, but he was definitely going to wait on the last one; having to sign his life away again sounded like hell now that he knew what it really meant. 

He was lost on what else he could possibly do other than just wait it out. Maybe it was a week long thing? See what life was like without the fame, the stress, then go back to how things were?

That would've been the easiest option, but Louis didn't feel like waiting to find out. He missed singing, songwriting, and fucking with his best mates. 

 "You've been quiet for a minute, is something wrong?" Harry asked, breaking Louis out of his thoughts. He didn't even realize that he went all silent on Harry, he kind of felt bad. 

"Not much, just working on this essay. I think I figured out an idea for a song, though," Louis said, because suddenly he felt inspired, and what better songwriting material was there than getting lost in another reality  where his boyfriend had just met him, and he probably wouldn't get him back?

He kept thinking back to that 5 Seconds Of Summer song, Lost In Reality. He remembered joking to Calum about it, about them chasing a girl who didn't even exist, because that's what the song sounded like without context. Now, the song had a different meaning, and he was sure the 5sos boys would make fun of him for taking the sing seriously. 

"Ooh, what about?" Harry asked, interested. 

"Can't tell you that," Louis said with a smirk. What was he supposed to say? 

"Will you at least show me when you write it? We need help on our next album, we have two songs so far and this album needs to be ready in two months, if it's good maybe you could help us write it!" Harry rambled on, and Louis' heart jumped. Maybe he was on the right track, he had so many songs written for their next album in the real world, and most of them were already approved by the boys and management. 

"I'll consider it, but I need some time to write it, so is it okay if I hang up?" Louis asked. He didn't want to hang up, but with the direction things were headed, he was definitely going to slip up soon.