Take Me To Church || Larry

11

Right now, Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. He was walking towards Niall's apartment and he couldn't breathe. The air kept getting caught in his lungs and it was making him cough and gasp for air. The only thing that was on his mind was Louis.

Louis.

Louis.

Louis.

It had been three months since he's seen Louis. Since that night and he still felt like he couldn't breathe. Louis hasn't left his mind since that night.

Harry had let Louis stay in the flat he bought for them, but Louis declined. He said he wanted to start his life over again, without Harry.

So, currently Louis was living with Niall, and it made everything so much harder for Harry.

Niall was his best friend, and to have his best friend only be able to come and visit him at his flat and be cautious all the time about when he went over. It grew tiring to say the least.

Niall had invited him over for a few beers and some telly, and Harry was extremely grateful.

Whenever he was around Niall, he felt like he could breathe just a little bit better.

Harry turned down the corner to Niall's flat, and grabbed the lift to Niall's floor.

"Hey! Hold the door!" Harry heard a voice yell.

Harry pressed the button that kept elevator doors open.

Harry saw a young girl, who looked around 23 hop into the elevator. He gave her a small smile and she returned.

Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and started mindlessly playing some games on it.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close a hand pressed against one of the sides.

Harry hadn't looked up from his phone until he heard a gasp.

Harry looked up and saw the one person he wanted to see the most.

This had to be a dream.

Louis.

Louis.

Louis.

Louis and Harry stared at each other for what seemed like a long time.

Harry took in Louis appearance and he would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on.

Louis was wearing a pair of skin tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination. He had on a sheer black t-shit and his abs were visible.

His thighs. Oh god Harry could stare forever at his deliciously thick thighs. Harry just wanted Louis to bend over so he could see his perfect-

"Um, well I'll just take the next one then." Louis stuttered out.

Louis magical voice sounded like beautiful violins playing. Harry missed his voice, his laugh, his everything really.

"N-no. It's okay Lou, take this one." Harry barely breathed out.

"Um, I am actually quite alright-"

"Louis, just get in the damn elevator." Harry said growing impatient.

"Don't think you can tell me what the fuck to do Styles. I am taking the next one." Louis scoffed.

"Well then I'll take it with you."

Harry stepped out of the elevator and saw the young girl stand there awkwardly unaware of what to do, press the button and quickly shut the elevator doors.