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Hi guys! Sorry for updating this chapter late. I've been staying with my aunt in the hospital, she just got out yesterday so I barely had time to update today.
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Ah, North America. Louis was so ready for it, he had an amazing month during their first part of the European leg of the tour with his two best mates, and Harry. Oh Harry. The forgiving process has gone on so well with both of them. With Harry being amazing and forgiving towards him, he's learned to forgive himself. They've enjoyed their time together in Europe and also, Louis' not gonna lie, there's been a lot of sex. A lot of it. Harry's been craving it so much more, and Louis would be damed not to obey and give him what he needs. So it's been good. Right now, they're currently in their London home, packing for the American leg of the tour. Harry's currently lying on the bed just watching him as he stuffs the toiletry bag. That was his job today; because you're shit at folding clothes Lou. To be honest he was, but he's not admitting that right now, because Harry's looking at him with a wide smile as he rubs his stomach riding up the shirt and showing his wonderful laurels to Louis' peripheral sight.
"Lou, quit staring at me and get to packing. We leave in a couple of hours." Louis groans throwing his head back, then he throws the tube of deodorant into the case and jumps atop Harry making him giggle
"No, you're too beautiful to stop staring at. My baby princess." he dips down to bite at his neck and Harry does a half giggle and half moan
"Ss-stop it Louuu, we have to finish." Louis hums and starts sucking a bruise into the crease of his neck and shoulder
"Mmm, i'll finish you off alright." Harry gasps and ruts against him. Before he could muster any kind of response though, Louis' phone rings and they both groan in annoyance
"Answer it, probably one of the boys or management." the blue eyed lad sighs and grabs it, his eyebrows furrow at the caller ID
"It's Eleanor." Harry's brows furrow and he leans up on his elbows as Louis sits up over his lap, his knees on each side of his hips; "Eleanor? What's up?"
"Louis, how could you be so reckless and stupid?! You've embarrassed me in front of all your fans and god knows who else. And then poor Harry! I can't believe you of all people could do this! He must be so heartbroken!" he furrows his eyebrows looking down at Harry with a hand splayed out on his chest
"What do you mean? I haven't done anything-"
"Bullshit! You slept with that stylist girl in LA, and now she's pregnant! I just can't believe this!"
"What?" Louis was frozen, Harry noticed right away. The way his body tensed, his hard on no more, his eyes were distant and scared. He raised a hand up to grip his arm and mouthed, What's wrong?. But he shook his head and slowly got off of Harry. His movements felt like they were in slow motion; "Eleanor, I didn't know, I don't-"
"Louis, she's been parading with the news for like two days now. Haven't you gotten the call?" right then and there, Liam came rushing in. He never used his key for their flat unless it was a deadly serious emergency, and this was one. Even Harry sat up straight with a worried look on him
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Fanfiction"Why are you doing this?" "Because i'm tired. I can't fight anymore. Do you know what happened to us?" "We followed our hearts." "And we're still paying a price for that? It's been years already. I can't keep going through this anymore. I'm leaving...
