All I've Ever Known

23 - Harry

~ 1 Week Later ~

Harry let out a sigh as he read through yet another draft article that Jeff had emailed him to go over. He was exhausted, the last week he'd barely been able to leave the house due to the number of paparazzi that were constantly out on patrol through his neighbourhood. He quickly sent Jeff a text reading a simple 'no' in response to the article as he tossed his phone next to him on his bed and sunk further into the pillows trying to will himself not to cry, again.

It had already been a week since pictures of him and Louis had gone viral, multiple more articles being published every day since then. Harry had been flown back to London as soon as he calmed down enough to call his team, they were supportive enough but still just as blindsided as Harry had been when the news broke. Louis had stayed an extra day so that they weren't photographed flying anywhere together, which they had both thought was pointless by now, but both of their PR teams had been in talks with each other about the situation and were apparently coming up with a plan that would benefit everybody.

Harry was already so sick of everything, he felt awful that he had postponed the rest of his tour dates in Australia and New Zealand. His team coming up with some bullshit excuse about a family emergency, all of his fans saw through it immediately and he was getting so much heat online for it. Harry knew that his fans would be disappointed, and it wasn't his idea to postpone, he was more than happy to do the rest of his shows and even thought that it was a good idea. But of course, management didn't want to do anything without a 'solid plan'.

It had also been a week since he had seen Louis, he missed him desperately. The pair had spent every day together for the past month, so now that Harry had had a week by himself, totally alone. He was going fucking crazy. Harry was glad to be in London rather than LA though, at least this way he could still see his mum and Gemma. Not that he's left the house, but he's been able to sneak them in when there was a lull outside and not many paps. Anne had been so supportive, the first couple days she had stayed at Harry's as his anxiety had gone full blown when everything happened. He was also back to daily calls with his therapist who resided in LA. Thankfully the time difference worked out a bit better between London and LA rather than back in Australia.

Harry had been calling Louis whenever he could, they had some FaceTime dates too, but it really wasn't the same. Louis' PR team thought that he should throw himself into his World Tour PR and he had been pretty busy this week. Which Harry was glad that Louis seemed okay, he was doing sound checks, organizing his set lists, going to meetings with his management, he was doing well. Meanwhile, Harry felt like he was drowning. Touring was without a doubt his favourite thing to do, it was the best part of releasing music. Being able to see the fans screaming his lyrics, to know that someone had bought a ticket, and they were coming to see him, after buying the album and learning the lyrics, it was truly an indescribable feeling. But that had been taken away from him so quickly, he didn't even get a say in it, he was feeling lost. The fact that he hadn't seen Louis in so long was getting unbearable, he missed him more than he ever had. He missed feeling home, Louis was his home.

Harry was finally snapped out of his trance as his phone began ringing, his heart began to race in hopes that it was the only person he wanted so desperately to talk to. He sighed as he saw who it was but tried to plaster on a fake smile as he answered.

"Hey Jeff" Harry said chirpily

"Hey H, how are you going?" Jeff said hesitantly

"Do you want the truth or the answer you want to hear?" Harry dryly spoke

"H c'mon it's me, you can tell me anything. I'd like to think I've proven that I'm your friend more than a manager", Jeff spoke softly

Harry sighed "I'm really not going good, I just miss him Jeff"