Risk it all |L.T |

Chapter 45

New York!
Oh my god it's amazing, better than I ever could of imagined in my wildest dreams.
Harry is an amazing tour guide, having been so many times before he knows places to avoid, he's picked an amazing hotel I'm totally in awe of this city.
Doing as Louis asked I called him when we got to the hotel, once again he didn't answer and my heart sank a little more, he wanted me to call why won't he answer me.
"Harry.... I don't suppose Louis said where he was going to be today did he?"
"Erm no he didn't, is everything okay?"
"I've tried calling him again but there's still no answer."
Walking over to me and taking the phone from hand, he sits on the edge of the bed and takes my hands in his.
"I know you're hurting, I'm guessing he is too. I don't know fully what's going on with you two my only suggestion is that you give him time."
Letting out a sigh I admit defeat... He's right. Time, I can give him that. I mean we're here for the next five days.

Harry seems to really enjoy showing me around, he finds great pleasure in showing me places he's been with boys, filling me in on all sorts of memories.
We totally embrace the tourist lifestyle, taking cheesy selfies, trying new things and visiting all the places you'd expect... The Empire State Building, Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, you name it we visit it.
"So tonight... How does a show on Broadway and dinner sound?"
"Oh my god Harry, it sounds perfect but
We really don't have to. You have more than spoilt me on this trip."
"I know, but you're worth it." He pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.
I'm almost sure he's doing it to distract me to stop me thinking about Louis. Louis.... I've still not heard from him, it been three days and still no word. The ache in my heart is almost unbearable, I cry myself to sleep every night. Everyday I send him a message saying good morning and telling him that I love him, and the same at night before I go to bed, I want him to know that he's the first and last thing on my mind... I want to make it better but I honestly don't know how. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve we only have one full day left after that and we fly home. I'm dreading going home, back to reality but at the same time I'm so excited to finally be able to see Louis and sort things out with him.
"so shower." Harry says pulling me from my thoughts.
"Urm, yeah... Wait what?"
"I said you need to take a shower and get ready, you have an hour, I'll be in my room until you're ready."
"Oh yeah, okay" with that he leaves, I'm still slightly confused. This is what happens when I let Louis sneak back into my head.

I decide to run a bath, and hour is more than enough time to get ready.
While I wait for the bath to fill I check my phone again. Still nothing, no new messages or calls. Letting out a sigh I just wish I knew he was okay. Then it hit me Twitter.... The fans know everything, if he's been anywhere other than at his parents house I don't have a doubt in my mind It will be on there.
I scroll my timeline, nothing catches my eye, I go to Louis' account... Nothing new, his last post was thanking everyone for birthday wishes. Just as I'm about to admit defeat and close the app the idea of searching his name pops in my head.
I slowly type in his name almost preparing myself for something bad.
There's nothing, from today or yesterday, then I spot something an account that posts updates of the boys, where they are and what they're doing has a picture of him, he looks tired and almost pissed off. The caption reads 'Louis in London 29.12.15' so he's back in London, I press on the account that posted the picture to see if there is any more.
Oh shit, oh shit shit shit! Pictures of me and Harry are everywhere. No of them are posed or planned they are pictures that people have taken and then posted they detail where we are, what date they were taken. Walking through Central Park, Harrys arm draped over my shoulder and me laughing at him. I don't even remember what was happening but if this is the kind of thing Louis is seeing there's no wonder he won't answer me.
I have to call him. True to form I'm greeted by his voicemail, I hang up and try again. Seven or eight times I don't keep count but I'm not giving up, every time it seems to ring a little less before going to voicemail, almost like he's cutting me off.
"For fucks sake what!" Louis' voice snaps down the line at me. I'm so shocked, by the fact he answered and the way he greeted my call.
"L..Louis"
"What... What do you want?"
"Please don't talk to me like that Louis, I've been so worried about you."
"Yep.. Mhm I'm sure you have, defiantly looked like it in the picture I've seen of you and him."
"Louis, I've tried calling you and texting you why wouldn't you answer me? Those pictures aren't what they seem."
"I have nothing to say to you, you made your choice when you got on that fucking plane with him."
"You have no idea.... None at all!" My voice starts to crack and I can feel the tears building in my eyes.
"I don't care anymore Frankie, do what the fuck you please. I sure am."
"But I..."
Before I can finish what I'm about to say the line goes dead.
Once again I'm reduced tears, clutching at my phone I close my eyes and let the them fall.