Missing: The boy who disappeared

Chapter 13 - Hope?

A/N

So...

All i'm going to say is....

"You are welcome!" 😉

No, I'm not saying why.....

No
No
No
No

Fine......

Small Smut warning 🙄

Also, if you do not know what Sabrina Carpenters nonsense outros are, you need to watch them on tiktok or youtube etc before reading this to understand a small part of this chapter. You just need to know the beat really.
10k word chapter

This chapter has not been beta'd or had any editing. Just wanted to get it out as im busy for the next couple of days. Will update it after its been edited when I have the time.
*sorry*

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‘There is power in disconnection. Separate yourself from the world for a while and soon you will figure out what is feeding your soul, or in this case…..who.’

Within just two days of embarking on their YouTube journey, and prompted by Louis' suggestion, Harry quietly relocated his belongings from the hotel to Louis' home, symbolizing the growing connection between them. Louis' underlying motive was not only to nurture their relationship but also to alleviate Harry's financial burden, a gesture filled with care and consideration.

Harry goes on to seamlessly blend into the fabric of Louis' daily existence, intertwining their lives via shared daily mundane tasks and mutual comfort. From sunrise to sunset, their days unfolded like pages in a beloved storybook, each chapter brimming with laughter, inside jokes, and heartfelt conversations. Whether it was cooking dinner together, binge-watching TV shows, or simply enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence, their connection deepened with every passing hour. It was as if they had found their missing puzzle piece, fitting together effortlessly to create a picture-perfect harmony.

It was clear that Harry’s presence became a constant support over the next couple of months, a reliable fixture in both ordinary and challenging times. Their interdependence had evolved organically, each action forming due to the reliance they've developed upon one another, a connection that has become an integral part of their lives without them fully acknowledging its depth… until now.

Harry found himself standing at the front door, a suitcase by his side, preparing to board a plane back to Los Angeles, for the first time in two months. The weight of the decision lingered heavily on him; he didn't want to leave, but reality tugged at him, reminding him of the life he had back in LA. Liam had been beyond desperate to have Harry physically present for some crucial work-related matters. While they managed to handle tasks through frequent video calls and emails, it was time for Harry to return home, at least for a little while.

Louis, leaning against the doorframe, observed Harry's internal conflict. The offer to join him had been relentless, but Louis declined each time, a calm determination in his eyes.

“You sure you don't want to come?”

Harry's voice held a glimmer of hope, though beneath the surface, he harboured a sinking certainty regarding the inevitable response.

"I'm sorry, but I can't." Louis replied quietly, his refusal sad, yet firm.

The first time Harry had asked, Louis was taken aback, but he calmly explained that he couldn't simply up and leave his son behind. The uncertainty of Saxon returning home without Louis being there had lingered in his mind. The responsibility of caring for his little boy anchored him firmly to his current place. Their exchanged glance silently affirmed their shared comprehension of the dilemma, yet both tacitly acknowledged its inevitability with quiet acceptance. Unfortunately, it didn't stop Harry from wrestling with the conflicting demands of his life in LA and the connection he had forged during his time with Louis.