See You Again || L.S. || ✅

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Harry wakes up with a yawn, the touch of a hand on his stomach, a thumb running softly up and down his tummy. He doesn't need to turn around to see who it is, it's been the same man for the past five years, and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

"G'morning." Harry mutters into the pillow, knowing Louis would still be able to hear him from where he lays behind the taller boy. "Morning, love." Louis whispers, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend's cheek softly. 

"How long have you been awake?" Harry asks, staying still with his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment and loving the fact it's Louis who he wakes up with every day, in his hold. 

"Um, a while." Louis admits, "I didn't get much sleep anyway." 

Harry frowns, opening his eyes. He moves his body around so he now lays facing Louis, pressing himself against the latter. "Why not? What's wrong?" He asks, bringing his hand up to tuck a couple strands behind Louis' ear that were falling loosely over his forehead. 

Louis shrugs, closing his eyes and keeping his arms wrapped around Harry's middle. "I dunno, just one of those nights I guess." He lets out a long breath, blinking his eyes open after a minute to see Harry just watching him with fond eyes, his fingers still moving through his hair. 

"I'm good babe." Louis smiles, leaning forward to kiss Harry's nose. The taller man giggles softly, hating the way it sounds coming from a full grown man, but Louis lights up any time the sound is emitted. 

Harry brings his hand to Louis' face, about to move his thumb over Louis' lips before he gets to kiss his boyfriend for real, but something catches his eye and he freezes. 

"Haz?" Louis asks, biting his bottom lip when he sees Harry staring at his own hand. Keep it cool, keep it cool. He repeatedly tells himself before Harry's eyes are locked on his. 

Louis is a little shocked when he sees tears gathering in the man's eyes, and he sits up quickly. "Harry, what's the matter?" He asks softly, watching Harry sit up slowly as well, looking at Louis with so much sadness before looking down at his own hand. 

Harry holds up his hand. His bare hand. His bare hand that for the past five years has had the exact same ring sitting on his pinky finger. The same ring he was given as a child from his lover. The same ring that he wears constantly (besides in the shower) but even then puts it back on right away. 

The same ring in which Louis promised his eternal love for Harry.

"I lost it!" Harry says, heartbroken. "My ring! Where is it?" 

Harry doesn't even look to Louis when he's already up and out of bed, heading for the bathroom, praying and hoping his ring is just sitting on the bathroom counter after his shower last night. 

Louis takes a deep breath before getting up as well and walking towards his boyfriend who is moving everything in the bathroom to look for his ring. 

"Louis! Louislouislouislouis! It's gone." He says urgently as he throws clothes from off the floor, empties the trashcan, rummages through the medicine cabinet. 

He gasps in a breath when he realizes, it's gone. 

Louis immediately moves towards his boyfriend and wraps his own arms around him. "Shh, my love, it's alright." He consoles, Harry gripping onto him and crying into his neck. "We'll find it, it's alright baby." 

Harry holds Louis tightly, "It's gone," he cries quietly. 

Louis knows that if this was an other ring, sure Harry might be a little upset, but he could easily get any of them replaced. Not this one. This one was too specific, too special.