It's Complicated

Chapter 18

I have loved you since we were 18!

Wow now I'm crying before it even starts.

When Harry makes it upstairs, it was eerily quiet except for the low hum of people talking downstairs.

Harry checks all the rooms and bathrooms, but he didn't find Louis in any of them.

As Harry leaves another empty room, he notices the door to the master bedroom was cracked open.

Harry sighs and slowly walks over. He knows for a fact Louis was in there because this door was always shut.

Taking a deep breath, Harry carefully pushes open the door.

As he walks in, it was like he was walking into a time capsule.

Harry pauses to take his time to look around. He used to love this room. It was the dream bedroom that he and Louis always wanted.

When they built the house, they designed most it together, except the master bedroom. Louis insisted on designing the master bedroom by himself and didn't want Harry to see it until it was finished.

Of course Harry was a little nervous letting him have full control over their bedroom. Knowing Louis, he expected to see a giant portrait of David Beckham on the wall, but thankfully he was wrong.

Right there in the wall opposite of the bed, was a beautiful custom bay window. There were little nautical designs engraved into the wooden frame and custom shelves were installed for Harry to store his books.

The window had a view out to their property where every morning they could see the sunrise. This used to be Harry's favorite spot in the whole house, but that was in the past.

After the divorce, Harry couldn't even stand being in the room. Being there reminded him of all the good memories that he would never get back, so he closed up the curtains, closed the doors and never opened it back up.

Now as he walks in, the curtains to the windows were now open, allowing sunlight to flood the room.

Harry looks around and the first thing he notices was the dust covering the furniture, making him itch with the need to clean.

The next thing he notices were the photos on the wall of him and Louis. A picture of them on their wedding day stares back at him mockingly, and Harry wonders if they'll ever look that happy again.

Harry walks to the middle of the room and stops, looking straight ahead at the large bay window.

Louis was there, sitting crisscrossed on the bench of the window with his back turned toward Harry. He was silent and unmoving, not even acknowledging Harry's presence yet.

The last time they were both here, Harry was throwing Louis's belongings at him, yelling at him to leave.

Harry decides to bite the bullet and quietly walks over, trying not to disturb the silence.

He takes a seat beside Louis, mimicking his position and makes sure to leave a large gap between them.

They don't say anything for a while, making the sound of muffled chatter coming from downstairs louder than it should.

"Why don't you sleep here anymore?" Louis asks, breaking the silence.

Harry tenses up immediately, that was not the question he thought Louis would be asking first. "I mean it's kind of obvious isn't it?"

Louis doesn't say anything, he just shrugs his shoulders as a response.

Harry sighs. "I don't sleep here anymore because there's just too many memories."