Buy Me Purple Flowers First | L.S [REWRITING]

20

It's been three days since Louis had seen Harry last.

Hours upon hours of missing him went into most of his days. Grieving the loss of the relationship with him. Missing his scent, his touch, and of course his voice. Whether it be as simple as the repeating of conjunction words, or the confession for his adoration of Louis- he missed him.

When Louis had been locked inside the hotel, within only hours all evidence of Harry's existence was quickly cleaned away, every blemish, suitcase- even the dirty plates and pans in the sink had been cleaned. Once Louis emerged, with the unlocking of the room, one hour before his performance- he saw Liam, guilty as ever with his head hung low and apologetic look painted on. Louis did not say anything, he didn't cry- or yell, he just quietly and kept his complaints to himself.

The show was simply horrible, by the sounds of the cheerful people screaming and crying. It overwhelmed him and he cried on stage- people thought it was because of how emotional he had gotten from the crowd. If that was only the case. He cried from the sheer and utter ache from the departure of Harry. There was no smile for him when he got off stage or kiss in the car while leaving. There were no compliments as they drove home, and there was no warm presence holding him from behind as he drifted off into sleep.

Ever since Harry leaving, the nightmares have come back. Even though Louis had not hooked up with anyone- as if the whole relationship had been a one-night-stand and his mind was now paying for it. It started when Louis had cried so much that he was forced into a slumber which was then awoken from the terror from a past encounter- a punch to the face. They kept occurring all night until he just laid parallel for 4 hours until the sun arose. Ever since then, he had been getting at most 45 minutes worth of sleep.

He's in Germany now, sitting in his hotel, only one thing clouding his mind. Harry. More specifically he's wondering if he's okay if he's safe if he's upset, Louis didn't care- but he needs to know. Liam sits beside him on the sofa, neither of the two talking. There's the faint talking on the television, displaying some home renovation but Liam nor Louis were interested, both scrolling through their phone mindlessly.

There's a very prominent awkward tone in the air- this is the first time Liam had tried to talk to Louis since locking him in the bedroom. However, when Liam did try to talk for the first 20 minutes, Louis had no interest or desire to speak to him so they both remained silent for the last 10 minutes. That is until Liam tries once more.

"How was the show?" Liam pipes up. Referring to the concert just hours before.

Louis does not answer, keeping his sight hard onto the blue radiant screen.

"I thought you did pretty well," Liam whispers.

Louis rolls his eyes and double taps the home button to remove the Twitter app from his screen.

"It was a nice energy I think, Germany has always been loud," He proceeds, his voice only getting quieter as his points continue.

Louis doesn't make a sound, wanting Liam to know Louis is not interested in his presence or his points. They sit in another awkward silence for a few more minutes, but when Liam speaks up one more time, Louis has just about had enough.

"There's always something about Ger-"

"What do you want?" Louis spits turning his head in Liams direction- cutting him off.

Liam looks taken aback, his eyes widening and his voice stuck in his throat. Not having a direct answer or solution to his question.

"You want to rub it in?" Louis says turning off his phone, "Want me to cry?"