ꪆৎ • Ben&Jerry's ᡣ𐭩˚⋅

Lou?

Harry was having a bad day... emotionally bad.

His holiday was supposed to be spent together with his Louis, not alone. Yet he was there lying on the cold bed, waking up alone and playing with himself lazily.

His boyfriend wasn't texting him at all.
Sure he did but it was all simple responses to Harry's tons of texts and pictures, awkward.

He can't help his mind always drifting off to the blue-eyed man, thinking about what he would be doing in the meaning times but preventing the urge to bother him.

No matter how hard he tried, he ended up texting him with a single word, "Hey!"

Not to Harry's surprise, the text was seen only two hours later with a reply.

"Hi Haz Wassup"

He smiled, maybe he's free for a chat now.

"Nothing much, missed you"
*seen*

He waited for 30 minutes just to find the ugly words under his text again.

Harry ignored the pang in his heart and sent him an attachment of his newly taken selfie of him and his recently purchased brown crocheted beanie.

*photo sent*
"Got a new beanie!! :) bought it from the neighbour old lady eventho she insisted on giving me free"

"Ohh"

What did he mean by "Ohh?" Imagine you excitedly shared a cute picture of yourself to your boyfriend just to get a reaction "Ohh".

sweet, innit?

He wanted to tell Louis how hard his days were spent without him, complain about how he terribly missed Louis, his new dishes and oh the smallest little problems.

But how was he supposed to shamelessly do them with these dry replies?

He sighed and threw his phone on his bed but much to his luck, the phone hit the wall and bounced back, tumbling into the gap between.

"Shit" he muttered as he bent down to pick it up. It was impossible. The gap was too small where his hands were gigantic. He cursed under his breath then tried again just to bleed his finger from scratching the peaking bamboo piece of his pallet bed. He made it anyway, thank god the phone wasn't cracked nor his fingers were.

It was all the same cycle for almost a month now, after Louis left for his Tour.

He knew he's busy but why couldn't Louis give only a second for him to acknowledge Harry?
The poor curly boy spent his evening sobbing into his pillow, leading it to a nap.

The first thing he checked when he woke up was his phone. He chuckled weakly as he noticed there was no text from his favorite contact.

He hopelessly made himself dinner when a call came in.

*Incoming call from Louboo*

"Hey babe"

"Hi Lou. How's your day?"

"It was great actually! After my show, we went to this big club and it was amazing. I didn't drink though. Ollie insisted me to drink water only for tomorrow's show"