finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day fifty✈️

It's been exactly five days since Louis and Harry broke away from each other. Five long, stressful days without being near each other. How'd they do it?

Well.

Louis was broken, constantly sitting on the coach while he could, sulking and huffing in defeat. He missed his lover - according to Harry, he wasn't but he still wanted to call it that because that's exactly how he saw it. A person who was there for him everyday, ups and downs yet wasn't a lover? How could Harry say that? The words...broke Louis. He didn't know exactly what to think; did he mean it or was it out of anger? Louis came to conclusion that people do tend to say things out of anger but to this extent? He still didn't know what to think.

Every morning, struggling to find the urge of just staying in bed, Louis would sigh and go about his usual routine; shower, eat, watch the news and so on. On day 3, Niall came to visit but it didn't do much. Louis only sulked more as Niall told him that Harry would come around and come back. He insisted that he would eventually realise his poor mistake and come running and plead for forgiveness. Louis thought Niall made it seem like a fairytale which he found pathetic because those never exist in reality. He hated to call it that but he did and meant it. Strongly. Stubborn Louis.

Ever since Zayn left, he constantly thought that if anyone left his life, why would they come back?

Harry on the other side, had a plan. Ever since he walked out Louis' bedroom door, he's been constantly debating with himself back and forth when to finally appear in front of his lover - yes, his lover. He'll call Louis his lover now which is a small crisis because why would he wait until now to call someone whom he basically calls home as his lover? He hated himself a little bit for realising but he knew somehow he had to make it right.

The night of day 2, he laid in bed staring at the dark ceiling. With the wind blowing and knocking at his window wanting in, all he could do was toss and turn and sigh in frustration. He hated it. He wasn't used to sleeping alone because he always slept with Louis but since he wasn't there it made him feel uncomfortable.

Very.

His thumb would trace the small tattoo on his wrist that speaks his lover's name. Ever since they met how they did, he didn't look at the ink as he used to. Why? Because why constantly look at a drawing on paper when it comes to life right in front of your very eyes? Harry appreciated that thought.

Day 5 occurs and he decides to call one person who he knows will shed light on the situation and not be an asshole about it. Well, at least not a big one.

"Niall, how is he doing?"

"Go see for yourself, little twat." Niall huffs as he sips the coffee and leans back in the armchair. Harry sits across the room rolling his eyes. He deserved that one.

"Look, I know what I did and I shouldn't have-"

"Damn right!" Niall cuts him off, pointing his finger at the man. Harry stares back at him but Niall only glares.

"But I'm going to make it right. He's my soulmate. We belong together."

Niall just nods and relaxes his shoulders. "So what are you going to do? He's been stuck in the same position last time I visit and hate to break it to you buddy but I almost wanted to run over here and beat your arse."

Harry light laughs, "I wouldn't blame you..."

"Yeah you definitely shouldn't."

Harry knew Niall only meant good intentions when it came down to him and Louis. He took that into consideration because he knew he needed someone who'd just be blunt with him. No sugar coating in his mind at all.

"I'm going to get him back."

Niall looks up for a second, pauses then smiles, "As you should. As you fücking should. What are you waiting for?"

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