Mad Hatter || l.s

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Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since Louis and Harry last talked at all. Two weeks since Louis even saw Niall for a short amount of time again. Harry had the tendency to keep coming to his window late at night, waking him up during his peaceful sleep, only for him to roll his eyes and get up from his bed, raising Harry's hopes up but crushes his heart when all he does it closes his curtains and goes back to bed. Harry had stopped coming around since four days ago.

The blue eyed boy had been much more quiet than usual lately, missing the presence of his best friend by his side and (not admittedly) the Mad Hatter himself. He would only talk to his mother once a day now; during dinner because he just couldn't muster up any words in the morning or afternoon. Louis would barely go outside anymore, scared that he would come across Harry and have to speak to him.

The only time he went out is when his mother told him to go fetch the mail quickly, which caused Louis to see the familiar mop of curls from the corner of his eyes and immediately run away (not without tripping over his feet first). He wasn't even positive that it was Harry, though, because there are a fair amount of people in the neighborhood that had the smallest hint of waviness or even full on curls. He just didn't want to take the risk.

Louis was sleeping. His lips were parted slightly and his eyelashes were resting gently on top of his cheekbones, body spread out slightly with the blanket scrunched up by his sides. There was a soft tapping on the window, causing him to groan and stir on the bed. He had always been a light sleeper. The tapping was gone for at least a minute until it came back, this time more louder and harder. Louis forced himself to open his eyes, rolling them the slightest bit because he knew it was Harry.

He closes his eyes again, not caring about the boy on the other side of his window who seemed pretty eager to get his attention. Soon, his breathing was becoming more steady and slow, mind falling into his sleeping state and restarting his dream up again. The sounds of the light tapping were now silent — well, to his ears, they still hadn't stopped. Louis learned how to ignore them because he's had ton of practice for the last two weeks.

That morning he wakes up with a loud yawn, stretching his arms out and sitting up slowly, hunched over lazily. He kicks the covers off his body, his sockless feet touching the softness of the rug when he stands up. Louis thinks that his room is kind of stuffy with hot air, deciding that having fresh air come in would be a good idea. He walks over to the large window in his room, opening the curtains, about to lift his window up until he sees a note on the inside of his room, sitting on the ledge of the window.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes squinting as if he was questioning what he was seeing. He clasps the folded paper in his hands, opening it up and reading the sloppy but neat scribbled words.

Hi Lou,
how are you? I'm fine, thank you for asking. I tried talking to you last night but you ignored me, as always. Maybe I should come a little bit more early than twelve in the morning, eh? Anyways, I miss you, princess, I miss you a lot. Your lips, your eyes, your thighs, your fluffy hair, your smile, your laugh - everything. Talk to you soon, I hope. xx Harry.

Louis sighed loudly, eyes lingering on Harry's name for a bit while longer than he should be. He's about to throw it away, but he decides against it, instead just placing it on his counter next to his bed. He walks back towards the window to open it up, breathing in the fresh air to fill his lungs with the oxygen. His mind has been a little bit hazy since he woke up, still not comprehending the entirety of the note Harry left him.

A persistent knock on his door makes him rip his mind off his thoughts, head turning just as Jay walks into his room with a towel drying her hands and an apron wrapped around her waist. "Good morning, breakfast is ready," she pauses slightly, almost as if she was expecting Louis to reply to her. Her face falls when he says nothing, putting on a forced smile to make herself seem fine. "I made eggs and bacon so if you're hungry . . ."

Louis only nods, the ends of his lips twitching and he gives his mother a sympathetic smile. Jay waves to him as she closes the door behind her, the blue eyed boy letting out a large breath. He feels bad for not talking to his mother much anymore, she didn't do anything wrong. He clears his mind of everything before walking out of his door and down to join his mother.

Meanwhile, Harry was walking alone in the silent trail he and Louis would meet up almost everyday, eyes locked on every spot they would kiss or cuddle or just talk in general. He hopes that the petite boy had gotten his note, and he hopes that he at least smiled. He just wanted Louis to be in his lap, right now. Harry could imagine the boy giggling as he ruffled his hair, a light blush spreading over his cheeks when he complimented him on his bum.

Harry still didn't know why he dragged himself out here such early in the morning. Maybe he was hoping that Louis would come to find him and immediately know he was here. But he was probably expecting Louis to come this way to go see Niall again. Speaking of Niall, did the Irish boy not accept his baby's apology when he went over to his house? That's probably why he came out looking extremely sad.

The curly haired man closes his eyes and sighs, cursing at himself mentally for ruining every single chance he ever had with Louis. He had to make it up to the boy some way — but how? He's sure that Niall would be even more angry if he showed up on his door step, so that's out of the list. Maybe he'll just knock on Louis' window (again) tonight and see if he opens up his curtains this time.

Or he'll just have to come in that room himself.

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