~*~ Louis ~*~
Sitting up in bed, Louis rubs his eyes and runs his hands down his face thinking about the things he needs to do today. Checking in with Liam on how Monday went at the bar is second on his list after calling his mom. Then, he needs to call Harry to find out when they are leaving for the weekend; but first, he is going to make some breakfast. He checks the time. Make that lunch.
He searches for his phone, finding it tucked into his bag. It’s been dead since Sunday. Or was it Monday morning? He has no real recollection. He had forgotten his charger and hadn’t had time to get a new one. Plugging it in, he goes to the kitchen and busies himself making a sandwich for Zayn and himself while he waits for it to turn on. Opening Zayn’s door on his way back to his room, Louis finds him peering out from his blankets. He chuckles and sits the sandwich on the nightstand.
Back in his room, he picks up his phone that is finally charged enough to power on. His screen floods with notifications, taking the better part of a minute to filter through. Once the buzzing stops, he calls his mom. She tells him she’s feeling better and not to worry. Then, he calls Liam to check in on how Monday went, apologizing for his phone being dead. He confirms to Louis that everything had gone well which alleviates some of his worry regarding the upcoming weekend.
Next, he calls Harry to see when they are leaving for his parents. The call goes to voicemail. “Hey, Harry. I just wanted to find out what time we are leaving. Give me a call back.”
Louis sends a text, as well, saying the same thing. He isn’t sure if Harry is one of those people that ignores voicemails, and he needs to know what to pack so the sooner he gets a response the better. He takes his plate to the kitchen and washes it, then turns on a movie in the living room. His eyes glaze over as he watches until his head lolls back onto the couch. He wakes with a hand on his shoulder and Zayn handing Louis his phone. “Someone named Harry has been texting. He sounds upset.”
“Thanks,” Louis says, ignoring the obvious question in Zayn’s gaze. He takes the phone and scrolls through the texts, confusion marring his features. “I’ll be right back, and then we can pick up where we left off on Buffy if you want.”
“Sounds good. I’ll make popcorn,” Zayn replies, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Louis calls Harry’s number. Voicemail. Again. He texts.
Will you pick up my call already? I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
His phone rings, and he answers immediately. From the sound of Harry’s voice, Louis can tell that he has been crying. “What do you want, Louis? When I can borrow Niall’s laptop, I will cancel the request with Temporary Fix. No harm, no foul. You could have just told me you didn’t want to go. You didn’t have to ghost me or block me or whatever.” He takes a ragged breath. “Just leave me alone.”
The call disconnects. Louis stares at his phone in disbelief. What the hell? He calls again. No answer. He calls three more times before Harry finally answers. “What?”
“I’ve not been ignoring you. I haven’t been home, and my phone died,” Louis explains, irritation lacing his words.
Harry’s bitter voice cuts him off. “Right. Sure. Are we done here?”
Anger sparks inside Louis. “You can either listen and let me explain, which I honestly have no obligation to do; or we can end this call, and you can fuck off.”
