Better With You [L.S.]

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(A/N): this one is a little shorter. Kind of just a filler chapter, but kind of important

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* Harry's POV - first person *

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When Louis had said that he was spending the night with Zayn, I was a bit jealous.

To he completely honest, Louis' blue eyes, caring personality, and sassy comments have been knocking my walls down. And I may or may not have been falling for him. But I'm trying to shove those feelings down.

Now I'm waking up alone, just like when Louis first came here.

I ignore the pang in my heart at not seeing Louis' adorable morning hair, and pull out my phone.

(Conversation with Liam)

I'm awake. Make me pancakes.

Liam
A please wouldn't kill you

Please make me pancakes

Liam doesn't respond after that, but I know he'll get the job done.

I go through my basic routine of getting dressed and brushing my teeth. It feels strange to not cross paths with Louis. We usually walk past each other in the mornings.

I walk to the kitchen where Liam is already waiting, a plate of pancakes on the kitchen table.

"Zayn texted me. He said Louis isn't going to be able to spend time with you today," Liam says.

"What?" I almost shout, dropping the fork I had just picked up.

Liam shrugs. "Don't shoot the messenger. That's all I know."

I clench my jaw. I hate that it bothers me this much. I should be happy that I don't have to go spend time with him and his blue eyes, fluffy hair, soft looking lips...

"Harry."

My head snaps up when I hear Liam say my name.

"You're drooling. And you didn't make me address you as sir for once," Liam says while smirking.

"Wipe that smile off your face. I'm just... tired," I say dismissively.

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I don't see Louis for the rest of the day.

I have to admit, even though for the past week he's been having nightmares, I somewhat miss sleeping with him.

He's just so warm and small, the perfect person to cuddle with.

Not that I like cuddling with him.

Louis still hasn't come back from Zayn's Studio, and Liam told me that he was going to stay the night there again.

I knew he wasn't perfect. If he wanted to end the contract, he could've just said so. I knew he wouldn't last. No one ever does.

I sigh to myself and climb into the cold and empty bed.

I barely sleep a wink.

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