"Lovely"

Part Fifty (Harry)

Part 50 (Harry)

It had been a month. A solid month (with a few days in between) that Louis and I have basically ignored the other's existence. To say it hurt me with each passing day would be an understatement. But this is what Louis wanted. This was all for him.

Plus he had Liam now. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Liam, the one who hurt Louis so much in the past, is dating Louis.

You hurt him too. My conscience reminds me.

I sighed in defeat as I went to take a shower. Usually the shower is where you you think the most but as I stood there as the steamy water got caught in my thick locks, I thought of nothing. I didn't realize how hot the water had become until I realized my skin turned an alarmingly red. I cut the water off and grabbed a towel, drying quickly before changing into my favorite blue pajama pants.

My body is exhausted along with my mind but that doesn't stop me from missing Louis with everything I've got. I went my hair in a quick bun when I felt someone staring at me. I looked towards my window to see none other than Louis staring right at me with a phone attached to his ear. He mumbles something before hanging up the phone.

I don't even have time to think of who he could've been on the phone with because I'm distracted by what seem to be bruises all over Louis' bare chest and arms. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I'm dialing his number.

Louis saw me calling and looked back at me with a somewhat puzzling look. I lifted an eyebrow, egging him to answer.

He did.

"Harry," he finally says.

Immediately my heart bursts and new air has been coursed through my lungs as I try to not to explode right there in front of him. It had felt like ages since I last her him speak my name. It felt familiar. I really missed it. And him.

I decided to tread lightly with my responses.

"Louis," I sighed, hoping he would get the same feeling he just gave me only moments ago.

He doesn't say anything as we still stare at each other through our windows so I decided to speak again.

"How are you doing?"

He replied rather chipper, "I'm great. How are you?"

I feel like I'm nothing but space when I'm not with you. I'm worried about you. I wouldn't ever treat you like this. I miss you so much, it's physically is taking a toll on my body. I need you.

That's what I want to say. But I don't.

I decided to be somewhat truthful with him.

"I've got to be honest, I'm a little concerned."

"Concerned?" He repeated.

"What happened to your chest?"

He doesn't respond so I call out his name.

"Louis, what happened?"

"That's not your business." And with that, he hung up the phone.