troublesome

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Louis' POV:

No new texts. No missed calls.

Every time I picked my phone up my heart would beat out of my chest and then sink to my stomach when there was nothing new to look at.

I was in a permanent cycle of anxiousness and disappointment and all I wanted was to sit alone in the dark for the rest of my life.

"Louis! I'm wearing blue and you are wearing blue!"

Harper and Nora stopped by on the way to Nora's school. Apparently she forgot something here, but that evolved into her and Niall alone in the kitchen talking for ten minutes while Nora colored.

Harry was on his laptop catching up on work. He didn't go in yesterday.

I spent yesterday attached to his hip. I was next to him on the couch watching his stupid cooking TV shows and sending him panicked looks anytime he stood up.

I was embarrassingly clingy the whole day. I followed him to the kitchen when he made us lunch and went with him to pick up Liam, which I never do.

I wasn't alone for more than a minute yesterday to distract me from all this shit.

I haven't had any contact with Brendon since two nights ago. He didn't text me to ask why I wasn't at school or anything.

It made me get jumpy anytime I thought about it. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about him and every part of him.

Harry's phone ringing broke the silence. I didn't look up from my book.

"I'll be right back." Harry announced as he patted my shoulder and stood up.

"Huh?" My eyes widened.

"I just need to take this call real quick. It'll be ten minutes at most, then we'll head to school." He assured me.

"Harry—"

"Just sit here and make sure she stays put."

"Harry—"

"You won't even have to talk. She's in her own world with that coloring book."

"But—"

"Harper and Ni are just in the kitchen if you need anything. Thank you, love, I'll owe you one." He said hastily, not leaving any room for arguments before he closed the door to his bedroom.

I sighed, bringing my attention back to my book. I was able to read about five pages in silence.

"This color is cool!" I heard her squeal, but didn't look up at her.

I thought if I ignored her she'd shut up, but that was nowhere near true.

"Louis? Louis!" She started to raise her voice more, making me roll my eyes before glancing to her.

"Look!" She smiled widely, showing me the crayon in her hand.

I stared at her blankly. Harry was a fucking liar.

"This one is purple. And this one is pink. And this one is yellow—"

"As riveting as this is, I already know my colors."

"This one is blue—"

"When is your mum taking you to school?" I closed my eyes with a sigh.

"Mummy is funny!" She giggled.

"That's just not at all what I asked." I kept my gaze on the book.

"I don't have a daddy." She said.