Baby I'm Perfect For You

Chapter 17

A//N: zouis and a plot twist

(that rhymed)

ITS LOUIS'S BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML MWAH MWAH

Its day 4 of mini mass update! I know that im a couple of hours late in uploading this but hey, it's still the 24th so it doesn't matter ksdhjsjks

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"Harry, honey. It's time to leave now. It's 11 am."

"Just one more batch, Gloria." Harry replies, whisking the batter of another batch of cake.

"Harry." Gloria sighs.

"You go ahead." He says, not looking up at her from his baking.

"Take care, honey." She sighs again, switching all the lights off except for the kitchen.

Harry was stress baking, again. He would come to the bakery long before it opened and didn't leave until it was very late. He would bake and bake and bake and not care if half of the goods weren't eaten. He would donate it, eat it, give it to Niall, anything. It was taking a toll on him.

He let the tears roll down his cheeks as he added eggs to his batter and whisked it again. The soulmark on his arm smarted, but he ignored the pain. The ache in his heart was far greater.

Did he know the reason for his hurting soulmark? No. Did he know why he was crying? ...He had a vague idea. It had something to do with Louis, it always had something to do with Louis. He hadn't realized how dependent he had become on him until it was too late.

His relationship with Louis had become... weird. Louis assured him plenty of times that it had nothing to do with him but he knew that he had done something wrong, things wouldn't be like this otherwise.

Harry tried remembering what happened that night every day. He strained his memory to remember something, anything and remember where he went wrong. He tried to play the events in his mind, the karaoke, the drinks, the dancing, more drinks, the train and then- that's where his memory would stop every time. The next thing he remembers is waking up in his bed watching Louis trying to sneak away.

All this because he decided to get fucking drunk. Harry really hated himself sometimes. He wiped his cheek with his t-shirt sleeve and put the cake in the oven. He hoped that things would get better, he really did. Because he was beginning to feel lost now.

He rests his head on the counter, tears dropping on the black marble. He had lost count of how many nights he had stayed awake, wishing Louis to stay, stay with him. Wishing that they would be together, even if they don't speak, that would be alright, because they were together and things were always better then. He wondered how Louis felt, if Louis was hurting just as much as him or did he feel indifferent. He just hoped that he was okay.

Everytime he felt that things were going well, he was thrown off his track, it was like he was always getting a step closer to being two steps even farther from Louis. It frustrated him. Stan was right, everyone wanted Louis. It was hard not to, when Louis was nothing but perfect. And Harry was one of those people who wanted him, appreciating every single bit of him, the good, the bad, desperately trying to get noticed by him. Hoping that he had a chance to make a mark in his life.

Did Louis act like he did with him with everyone? It was clear that his love language was physical affection, he saw how he constantly hugged Zayn or was always touching the person he was talking to, making sure that they felt comfortable; but somehow , the touches with him felt... different .