❤Struggles, Sentiments, Yearning❤

Chapter 2

Louis' POV

(Wiping out the sweat off his face)

I am so bloody tired and bored of these interviews. It's like they don't seem to have any other questions except for reminding me of the days, I spent with him, my Hazzabear, my curly haired boy.

Still, reminiscing the old days, the close moments I had with him, are the best seen in the interviews, which seem to irritate me now-a-days..

I turn on the video record, and switch it on, and watch the interviews, while feeding myself a half grilled sandwich and a can of coke..

Laughing at myself, at how i was then when i had my first interview and to now.. Seeing Harry, like always gave me a feeling of shrill down my spine.. How I wished to again run my fingers along those curls, and twitch his soft and cute cheeks and play with them always.. I teased him once in an interview, when he was asked about his life in London n about the place and all, all he could think and say was, "London's--quite--big".. And how innocent his face looked then..

Seems like time for Niall and Liam hasn't even moved a bit, they have remained the same all along, except for obviously, Liam's 'Evolutionary Changing' hairstyles..

I started the video tape with a smile but the last few parts of it left me sad and heart broken seeing us(Me and Harry), so close yet so far, it was heart-wrenching.. Seemed like an invisible wall has been built up in between us..
"What is the last thing you do before you go on stage?", asked the interviewer..
And there was a sudden drop to both mine as well as Harry's face, 'coz we both missed giving each other our good luck kiss before going on stage..

And like always, everyday, I left the hall and went up to my bedroom, which screamed loneliness ever since Harry shifted..

Author's note: Stay tuned for more chapters