girl almighty • larry stylinson

eighteen

[A/N]: now we're really getting through this damn story.

chapter eighteen

Louis' on Twitter and he's not happy with what he's seeing. He's not being possessive or territorial, protective he can consider, but possessive, no. He told that to Niall once, maybe a year ago, but Niall just laughed at his face and said to look at his face. Right now, he's in the plane on the way to LA. Niall's supposed to follow him a few days after. Something about a football game was his excuse.

"Fuck you." Louis practically spits to his phone -at his wallpaper, of Harry- and if he's not with a thousand people in this plane, he would throw a bloody tantrum.

He's still not possessive.

Protective, because Harry's all over media with this boy named Xander and the fans are already making up names for their future babies. They've been hanging out lately, and the more they hung out, the more Harry ignored Louis. Maybe that's what got Louis all worked up because no, he's more important than that Xander and he really needs to know that Harry knows that because four years of you and me!!!!!. That's not why he's in LA, though. He's going to hang out with his practical-brothers Calvin and Oli.

When he's safely tucked inside the car with all the paps fucking flashing their giant cameras on him, Alberto drives off immediately. He's staying in a hotel for the whole stay, but he kind of wants to go and come over Harry's home because before, he was welcome. Now, he's not too sure about that. He's got the key, yes, but he's afraid Harry will forget that he gave the spare to Louis.

This break is fucking nonsense.

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Harry's in his house. He's lounging in his livingroom and he's thinking of Louis. He misses that damn little shit so much. The only thing he can get is his wallpaper, which Louis took himself quite badly, but he looks perfect as usual. He's checked his Twitter earlier, seeing millions pictures of him from the Miu Miu the other night. Niall and Liam are really enjoying that break since they're so inactive all of a sudden.
Louis, though, is in LA. There are pictures of him in the airport and about to board the plane. Harry realizes, it's sad that he has to look at fans' update accounts to know where Louis is when he has full contact with him. Texting Louis is so difficult all of a sudden. They're in the same country, and one of them can easily drive over to the other, but Harry's been cutting him off recently. Accidentally, though. Twice was when he was with Xander, and the third time was when he was in the shower and didn't hear his phone go off. Louis must've thought it was Harry's pattern, perhaps.

Harry's afraid that Louis thinks he doesn't want him anymore. Well, Harry doesn't. He would've changed his wallpaper and deleted all private pictures. Harry's very much whipped for that midget and he wants to let that all out before Louis slipped away.

This break isn't going so well.

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Louis' calling, he's calling Harry and he's got so much courage to do that at 3 am in the morning. Not specifically the best time, but it'll do. He and Harry have done things at 3am and way after.

Harry doesn't answer, though, and Louis gives up. He drops to his bed with a small pout. He's positively empty without Harry, and that is pretty much the most pathetic thing he can do. Pathetic or not, just as long as he can be with Harry.

"Hello?" Harry answers, voice groggy and much deeper through the phone but Louis wishes he can hear it in person like he used to.
Louis gulps, "Hi."

"Who's this?"

Louis hangs up. He hangs up because he's sweating already and Harry doesn't even remember his voice. He might be overreacting, pretty much melodramatic, but he doesn't have any idea why he's like this around Harry. So weak and sensitive.

He doesn't call Harry again.