Privileged Murder

Thirty Three

< Harry's POV >

I came home late that day - like really late - partly because I was actually doing work at the station (something I feel like I have been neglecting lately) and partly because I didn't know where to go. I made a decision and after I did so, my head began spinning with everything that could've gone wrong or could go wrong in the future. My mind was spinning with louislouislouis and no amount of drink could shift it. I sent him a short text as it approached five in the evening, a time I would normally be home, saying that I was going to be late home and he sent me back a quick 'okay' with an unneeded amount of kisses sent seconds later.

The thing was that I didn't tell him to wait up for me or to wait at all, I never even said whose house I was going to. To be honest I didn't really even know. But I found myself driving towards his house at quarter past midnight anyway and let myself in (Knowing the security code) and found him lying fast asleep on the sofa in his living room - two glasses of wine poured on the coffee table, his partly drunk, but mine still sitting close by - he was smiling like a maniac with his faced pushed into a pillow and I could only imagine what he was dreaming about. I never told him I was coming here, nor did he tell me he was going back home (his own home) but it was like we were both on the same wavelength. We just knew.

I toed my boots off near the door and headed upstairs, pulling the duvet off of the main bed and made my way back down to Louis, I pushed him further back into the sofa and laid myself down in front of him, immediately moulding into each others body shapes as I pulled the duvet over us.

Just as I was falling into sleep I felt a pair of wet lips on the back of my neck as Louis squeezed me tighter "Missed you, baby"

And yeah... I wouldn't give this up for anything.

30th December, 8:00 am

I woke up to turn around and realise that Louis wasn't there sleeping behind me anymore and my heart sank slowly, pulling myself off of the sofa and out of the living room I made my way over to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. As I was getting the milk I found a note taped to the front of the fridge

'Had to deal with a thing :/

Then going into the office to plan the best new years party ever :)

Sorry to leave you baby. Maybe see you later?

Xxx'

Well great. Didn't even get to have a proper conversation and now I probably won't see him all day. But what can you do?

The day went by fairly quickly from that point of brief sadness earlier on in the morning and picked up a considerable amount as well. The odd sly comment from Liam and the team when I reached for something on the top shelf meaning my shirt rode up and any past attacks from Louis in the moment of passion were clearly on show scattered along my waistline. Comments such as 'well-done sir' - said sarcastically or 'nice to know you got laid' but of course, Liam comes out supreme and whispers, not so discreetly in my ear "Louis works hard huh?" Making me practically spill my cup of tea all over my lap

And that's pretty much how the day went - completely stress-free and easy - apart from one moment where I was cornered in the break room by Zayn, and I mean literally cornered like he put his arms either side of my waist and blocked me into a corner "Can I help you?..."

"Where was Liam last night?"

"With you..." His face dropped

Wrong thing. Definitely, the wrong thing to say. Fuck

He sucked in a sharp breath "So you don't know where he was like all of last night?" I went to answer but stopped myself and hung my head, shaking slowly "He stopped texting me at like 6 and then didn't come to mine last night as we agreed on... I had roses and everything" My heart was breaking, I honestly didn't know where he went last night. He told me that he was going on a date with Zayn. I probably shouldn't tell him that bit.