harry and zayn went out every day for the next week, from seven in the morning until eight at night screaming and shouting for louis to come home, through thick and thin, through clear and drowsy, through the dark.
they didn't find him.
but alas, at one or two in the morning, when harry was dozing on the couch and zayn was fast asleep in the bedroom, there was a knock at the door.
"who's knocking at this hour..?" harry grumbled to himself, moping over to the door and opening it.
"louis–?"
"i'm sorry, harry. i can't do it anymore."
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homeless [l.s.]
Random"why are you doing this, harry? you're putting yourself through all of this trouble for me." "because i care about you, louis." or the one where louis is homeless with his son when he meets harry at his minimum wage job. #1 in louisstyles (december...
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