Disappearace 2

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He found him in their bedroom sleeping peacefully. That pissed him off. He shook him awake. As soon as he opened his eyes Harry stopped shaking him.

"Great! Here you are sleeping like a baby and I haven't got a second of sleep since you knocked at my door after four fucking years!"

Louis looked pissed as well. He sat up.
"Well, I lost four fucking years of me life! Excuse me for being tired and overwhelmed."

Harry sighed and sat down on the bed. He was still going with that? Unbelievable.
"Please, just tell me the truth, Lou. Did it get too much to handle? Where have you been for the last four years?"

"Well, I told you the truth but you don't believe me." Louis snorted. 

Harry got up and started to pace back and forth. He threw his hands in the air.
"Time travel? How the hell am I supposed to believe that?"

"Harry, have I ever lied to you?" Louis asked softly. 

Harry turned around to look at him. Louis stared back. His face was open and vulnerable.
"No."

"Look at me. Do I seem four years older or do I look the same as I did when I fell asleep with me clothes on in that hotel room in Sydney in 2015? I even have the same fucking clothes!" Louis said and grabbed the pile of clothes next to the bed and held them in front of Harry. 

Harry looked at the clothes and then he looked at Louis again. He didn't seem to have aged a day. He even had the same haircut. Harry's mind was blown. He couldn't help it. He almost believed him, maybe because he desperately wanted an explanation that meant that Louis hadn't left him voluntarily. He could feel tears prick his eyes.

"How is it even possible?"

"I don't fucking know!" Louis sighed. 

Harry took a seat again and reached out a hand and touched Louis' face. He turned his head to the side and back. Examined him closely. Looking for new lines or wrinkles.
"So I'm two years older than you now?"

"I guess." Louis chuckled. 

"Weird." Harry mumbled. This couldn't be the truth, could it? How could he even consider it? Time travel was science fiction.

"Yeah. You cut off your hair." Louis commented. 

"Yeah. I needed a change. I had to cut it anyway for Dunkirk." Harry shrugged.

"Is that a code for something?" Louis asked. 

"No." Harry giggled. "I made a film."

Louis' mouth fell open. 
"You did? Wow, Harry. That's so cool! I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." Harry beamed. He had missed hearing Louis say stuff like that.

"What else did I miss?" Louis asked. 

"If you get dressed I'll tell you. Your clothes are still in the wardrobe." Harry replied and got up. He walked out of the room and headed to the living room. He still tried to wrap his head around this. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He was so sure that Louis was dead. He went to his funeral for crying out loud!