It was always you ~ L.S. ✅

38. On their way #2

(next day, morning)

It was 6:30 in the morning and Louis was sitting in the kitchen alone, having a smoke. Yes it was way to early to have a smoke but Louis was stressed. He wanted to talk to someone about the proposal but none of the boys other than Liam felt right to him. But again, all the boys were fast asleep.

Just as Louis was about to get up, he heard footsteps and after sometimes, he saw Harry jogging down the stairs in a white tee and a pair of pink shorts.

Cocking an eyebrow, Louis stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

"Morning Lou!" Harry greeted cheerfully after noticing Louis.

"Morning. Where are you going?" Louis asked, putting off the cigarette by stabbing it in the ashtray.

"Just going for a run. Wanna come with me?" Harry asked excitedly.

As much as Louis didn't want to disappoint Harry, he was really in a bad mood.
"No. I'm tired."

"Oh okay." Harry smile fell a bit but he nodded.
"I'll be back in an hour or two. Bye!" He explained and after receiving a curt nod from Louis, he jogged out through the main door, leaving Louis all alone.

Louis returned to his room and decided to take a shower and pack his luggages because they will have to fly to Dublin in the evening for their next show and of-fucking-course his eNgaGEmEnT.

He hadn't talked to Eleanor ever since stepping into this house. It's not like she was very close to him but realising that she's being forced into this shit because of him made Louis feel sick in his stomach.

Pushing away the depressing thoughts, he grabbed his fluffy green towel and stepped into the bathroom. He discarded his clothing, stepped under the shower, avoided looking in the mirror and adjusted the temperature before starting the water. He let his muscles relax under the shower.
He wanted to sleep so bad and the soothing water wasn't helping him in any way. So, he quickly shampooed his hair and washed his skin, avoiding the not-so-old blooming red scars and turned off the water; not wanting to take any risk of falling asleep in the bathroom.

Drying himself as much as he could, he wrapped the towel around his waist and trotted out of the bathroom. Harry was out for running and the boys were still most probably asleep so there were no chances of anyone seeing his scar littered skin.

Louis put on a random brown hoodie and a pair of sweats before leaving his room to move downstairs. He was hungry and decided that he would pack his bag later after finishing having breakfast.

Reaching downstairs, he found Niall, Liam and Zayn sitting around the dining table. Zayn and Liam had unpleased expressions on their faces and were grunting profanities under their breaths whereas Niall was munching on froot loops.

"Good morning Lou!" Niall greeted loudly and enthusiastically after spotting Louis, making Liam grunt in discomfort.

"Can you just shut the fuck up? My head is killing me! I'm never drinking again! Fucking hangover!"

"Hah! I told y'all not to drink so much! Wouldn't be able to handle it! Didn't I? So don't whine and get some painkillers. Both of ya." Niall sassed and went back to munching cereals.

Louis mentally smiled at their childishness and walked inside the kitchen to find something to eat. Since the boys were up, he thought about telling Liam that his engagement is on 8th, which is literally after a day but after seeing that he's suffering from massive hangover, Louis decided against it.
He had made it till now all by himself and he can do it in the future too.

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(time skip: evening)

The boys were busy packing their luggages. It was 7:30 in the evening and at around 8:00, Paul along with their guards will come to pick them up for their flight.

Louis had already completed packing so he was standing alone in the balcony, looking at the view in front of him, taking in every minute detail because that was the last time he was having that view. After the show at Dublin, he will return to his own house in Manchester and will never return; that's his plan.

"Lou I can't find my shades! Can you please help me?" Harry yelled from their room, making Louis roll his eyes fondly to himself.

Without replying, he walked inside the room and took a few moments to admire Harry, who was standing in front of the bed with his back facing him and stuffing his bag with neatly-folded clothes.

"Louuuuuuu!" Harru yelled again without looking back.

"Jesus christ don't fucking shout! I'm right behind you." Louis grumbled, soothing his ears with his palms.

Harry jumped at Louis' voice and turned around.
"Oh-um, sorry I didn't realise when you got in." He mumbled sheepishly, scratching his neck.

"It's alright. What do you want?"

"Um, can't find my favourite pair of sunglasses."

"The pinkish rectangular one? From Gucci?"

Harry was surprised that Louis was even aware of his favourite sunglasses. He didn't express his shock though, not wanting to make him embarrassed. It was clear that Louis hadn't realised what he had said and Harry didn't want to make things more awkward between them.

"Here, it was just below your bag Harry." Louis said, handing Harry his sunglass-case.

"Oh, I should've checked. Thank you, anyways and sorry uh- for bothering you."

A rush of disappointment flickered through Louis' guts. They were so fucking distant now that Harry thinks he bothered him.

He shook his head at himself depreciatingly. It was his fault anyways. He deserved it.

"Guys y'all ready? Paul is here!"
They heard Zayn shout from downstairs.

Checking the room for the last time to see whether they've left something, both the boys picked up their luggages and trotted downstairs where Liam, Zayn, Niall and Paul were waiting. Wordlessly, all of them went out to sit inside their car and Paul along with their guards worked together to accomodate their luggages inside it.

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