It's Complicated

Chapter 26

Hey:)

Louis is woken up by his phone vibrating. (told ya now call 911 I did too)

It's a bit disorienting when he wakes up in his and Harry's bedroom. Louis rubs the blurriness from his eyes and tries to get his bearings.

He smiles when he realizes that Harry was still in his arms. Images from last night race through his mind; clothes being thrown, naked skin, and Harry's lovely deep moans echoing in his ear.

They were perfectly in-sync and they moved against each other the same way they did when they first met.

Louis looks down at the younger man, cuddled to his chest and feels his heart skip a beat.

After getting to feel him and taste him again last night, Louis doesn't think he can ever let this man go again.

Louis's phone vibrates again, bringing him out of his daze.

He carefully reaches back for his phone, trying not to wake Harry up.

"Hello?" Louis answers it with a gruff voice, still laced with sleep.

"Sorry to wake you up Louis, but we need you down here." It was Louis's agent and there was a tone of urgency to his voice.

"What why?" Louis asks, burying his face into Harry's shoulder, trying to get get used to his smell again.

"We need to go over some things before the press conference today and we need you here now before the press arrive."

Louis notices that it was still dark outside and mentally groans. "Can't you just tell me over the phone?"

"It would be easier if you were here physically Louis. Just please get your arse down here as soon as possible. Thanks."

Louis's agent hangs up on him and Louis throws his phone somewhere on the bed.

He looks back down at Harry and pouts when he realizes that he has to leave him.

Louis didn't want to, but he needed to go before his agent drove over here himself and dragged him out of bed.

He was tempted to wake Harry up, but he looked so peaceful that he didn't have the heart to.

Before he gets up, Louis places a gentle kiss on Harry's naked shoulder and stays there for a few seconds.

"I've missed you," Louis whispers against his skin.

Harry hums in his sleep, contently, but doesn't wake up.

Louis reluctantly gets out of bed and gets dressed.

Before he leaves, Louis decides to leave a note on the bedside table for Harry, so he doesn't think he just ran off.

Louis looks down at Harry once more, and makes a promise from that moment on that he wasn't going to let this go; not again. 

There were so many other things Harry could be doing right now on his day off, but no instead he has to serve divorce papers to his husband because apparently, the papers keep getting "lost" in the mail, at least that's what Louis told him.

Harry taps on the desk impatiently, as the concierge takes his time on the phone, occasionally looking up at Harry to give him apologetic looks.

The place Louis was staying at was what you expected a professional footballer to stay in: posh and definitely overpriced.

As soon as you walk in, there's people waiting at door, ready to assist you for whatever you need and a grand chandelier suspended high in the air above your head