The Biggest Fanboy - l.s

💙Sixty-Five💙

(A/N: ADHD is kicking me in the ass with all this procrastination. Like, I've been writing this chapter since before I published the last one so that I could post it quickly, but I ended up writing a little bit, then I'll write a few more sentences a day or so later, and so on, so now it's been basically a week since I last posted an update. And I do the same thing with my smut book called One Direction One Shots [Definitely not a self promo]. Like I literally have only 5 out of like 24 parts published because I always procrastinate in writing them...anyway, go read my smut shots if you want to 🤠. K bye.)

Louis woke up that night to a cold bed.

He lifted his head up, looking around for Harry.

He wasn't in the bed.

He looked around the hotel room dejectedly, wondering where Harry could have gone in the middle of the night, when he saw the bathroom lights on through the cracks in the door.

Relief flooded through his body, but then he got worried again when he heard the shower running.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, taking the blankets off of his naked body, walking across the room to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, pressing his ear against it.

"Hazza?" He called.

He heard what sounded like a sniffle, so he knocked again.

"Haz, love, are you okay?" There was no response, so Louis opened the door, his heart breaking at the sight.

Harry was in the shower, shampoo still visible in the back of his hair as the water rained down on him from the front.

He was sitting on the floor of the shower, his legs pulled up to his chest, his face pushed between his knees, his hands pulling at his hair.

Louis ran up to Harry, climbing into the shower with him from behind, pulling him into his chest so that Harry's back was rested against Louis.

"Oh, baby," Louis said sadly, running his hands over Harry's arms.

He caged Harry in with his legs, bracketing the man's legs with his own.

He rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.

"What's the matter, my love?" Louis asked quietly, kissing at the bend of where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

Harry sobbed loudly, leaning his head against Louis' shoulder, his face contorted in pain.

"I was supposed to s-see my family to-tommorow, but my manager called and told m-me that he cancelled their flight because th-they would be a distraction to my work," he cried pathetically, pulling at his hair in frustration.

Louis bit his lip, hating the sound of Harry crying.

He wanted to beat the shit out of Harry's management.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry," he said quietly.

He took Harry's hands from his hair, bringing them down to hold onto them tightly.

"That was a shitty thing of your manager to do. We can go skype call them if you'd like? I know that it isn't anywhere close to being the same, baby, but you'll get to see their faces and hear their voices, right?" Louis suggested lamely.

Harry nodded weakly, sniffling loudly.

Louis could feel the warm tears on his neck, contrasting from the cold water spraying down on them.

"I'm sorry I woke you, Lou," Harry said miserably.

"Oh, baby, don't be sorry. I wish you woke me sooner, honey. I would have been there to comfort you sooner."