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Louis tiredly opens the entrance door of his lighten up London mansion. He is tired of travelling and he is incredibly upset - Harry didn't call. Yet.

The familiar smell of his London home engulfs his nose and mind, subconsciously reminding him he is not in Italy anymore. He is back home. His fairy-tale ended.

Together with the smell of home, the smell of freshly cooked meat and chips attacks his senses, too. Zayn and Liam are right behind him, both talking about Liam's work. The younger brother has to come back and do another photo shoot and video for a new upcoming collection.

"I'm home!" Louis shouts while he is pulling out of off his shoes, finally kicking them aside with no bigger care. Quick taps of the bare legs are coming closer and closer, he sighs and prepares to look all content and happy. Not that he is not happy to be home per se, he is just not home with Harry.

"Hi, babe!" Eleanor appears from the kitchen, greeting Louis with a blinding smile and twinkling eyes.

"Hi boys! Gigi is upstairs, she is annoyed about your one hour delay," she steps closer, informing Zayn kindly and pointing to the stairs.

"Thought so. Is she okay?" Zayn asks and quickly hugs her as a greeting.

"Yes, she just complains about her swollen feet all the time. I did massage them yesterday, but it didn't help," she pouts, "maybe you'll cheer her up."

Zayn nods and walks up the huge glass stairs. He cannot wait to see his wife. Liam takes his bags and drops them once more when he comes closer to the brown-haired girl, "Hi sister-in-law!"

"Hi, Payno. Everything good?" she greets and they also hug real quick. Louis smiles a little, he always liked how they are all a really close bunch.

"Yes! Smells good in here. I'll settle in the second guestroom and be here in 10. Will take a shower, too."

"Great, have fun," she chuckles and waits until Liam is gone. Just then, she looks at her fiancé, smiling fully once again, "Won't I get a kiss?"

Louis looks up from his phone, "Sure. Of course. Hi, darling."

He pecks her lips twice, tasting her cherry lip balm. He missed this, honestly. But as much as he missed Eleanor, it's not as complex as what he feels for Harry. He is not just missing him, there is no word accurate enough to describe the deep dark hole in his chest that happened to hurt as fuck since the plane took off from the ground, sending him away from the country he found something special, his own treasure.

"What's going on?" Eleanor wonders, hugging the rich man around his waist gently.

"Nothing. Just expecting a... a business call, is all," Louis lies, sighing while putting his phone into his jeans pocket. When the phone is securely in, he cups her cheeks and kisses her properly and deeply. They kiss in at the entrance still, Louis can feel the love from Eleanor, and how much she missed him. Louis was in America before the Italy trip, not seeing his fiancé for 2 months already. He hopes he is a good enough actor to let her believe he is just as happy to be back.

"I made you your favourite home burger," she smiles when they separate.

"With mustard?"

"With mustard and extra pickles," she beams.

"You're the best, love," he smiles and leaves all his bags at the entrance, not caring about them as of now. He walks to the kitchen, it's a little messy, but that's understandable since Eleanor just cooked.