Tangled [l.s]

uh oh

"Harry. I miss you," Louis whined to the boy sitting next to him.

"What do you mean, babe?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

Louis huffed and took the phone, throwing it across the room without a care.

"What the hell, Louis?" Harry sort of shouted, anger filling his voice.

"Can I get your attention for once?!" Louis shouted back, the same tone in his voice.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Huh. I dunno. Maybe the fact that I can't even talk to my own boyfriend without him glued to his phone!"

"So what! I'm sorry that I have nothing better to do since you never want to do anything except stay at Liam's house 24/7!"

Louis was getting irritated at this point, and by then, they were both standing up, shouting at each other.

"Have you ever wondered why?! I don't know, maybe it's because you don't care about me as much as you used to! Or because you can't stand me! Or because you never cook for me or make me tea or kiss me or cuddle me or anything! You just don't care how I feel! You don't care about me!" Louis' voice faltered towards the end.

He didn't notice that Harry was tearing up. He didn't notice that he was already crying. He didn't notice when Harry walked past him to pick up his phone. And he didn't notice when Harry walked straight out the door.

He just stood there, staring blankly at the wall. Then everything went black.

*****

"Lou bear~! Come to bed! I'm tired and I can't fall asleep unless I have something to cuddle!"

"Hold on, babe. I'm almost done with this round. Then I shall come."

"Video games are stupid. Why do you even play them?"

"Because they're fun and entertain me. Duh."

"Grr. How much longer?"

"563 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 8 hours, 14 minutes, and 57 seconds."

"That's too long. Not even our great grandchildren would live till then."

"We don't have children. So that wouldn't work."

"Just come here you little butt head."

"Fine. But only because I love y-"

"Louis! Louis wake up!"

Louis groaned as he opened his eyes, not surprised that Liam was slapping his face back and fourth.

"Okay. I'm up, I'm up," he mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his head. "I died didn't I. Are you Liam Jesus? Or like are you God but a Liam look-a-like? I dunno at this point but how did I die?"

Liam shook his head in part confusion, part relief.

"No, you're not dead. It's me. I texted you because you hadn't called asking to come over yet, and you never answered, so I came over to find you collapsed on the floor," Liam replied.

"Oh.." Louis looked around, suddenly remembering what happened. "Where's Harry? Have you heard from him?"

Liam shook his head. "No, why?"

"Well, he would've noticed if I was passed out and would've been the one to try to wake me up.. But I don't know where he is.." Louis replies, standing up and beginning to search the house. "Help me look for him."

Liam did just that, searching the while house before they met up where they started.

"Where could he be?" Louis asked, tearing up. He sat on the couch and buried his face in his hands. "This is all my fault.." he sighed.

"I'll call around for a bit, see if he's at a friend's house or something. Just stay put, okay?"

Louis nodded slowly, not saying a word.

A/N

Hiiiiii.

It's been a while eep I soweh.

If you expect me to somehow start writing longer chapters it probably won't happen anytime soon cause I suck.

Where could Harry beeee :O

Byeeee. xx