And I'll Take Care Of You - Part 2

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And I’ll Take Care Of You

Part Two

Word count: 14,893

<AN: Some smut in this part, near the end though. And I have no idea how or why this one turned out to be, like twenty times longer than the first, but>

Three weeks. It has been three weeks since Josh left Harry tied up to that hotel bed. Three weeks exact. Three weeks since Louis, he’d learned was his name because of the nametag, had found him on that hotel bed and helped him, taking Harry to his flat and taking care of him. Three weeks- 21 days, since he’s seen Louis and Louis’ roommate Zayn. He thinks about it all the time. Whenever he wakes up, always before his alarm because he can never get enough sleep, it’s there. Haunting his mind. He’ll lie there and think about it, about Josh, until his alarm does go off. And even then, he’ll still lie there and keep to his own thoughts until Niall runs in and unplugs it, angrily swearing and stomping off.

It’s always on his mind. Throughout the day. While he’s at Uni and work. What happened, what Josh did to him. The whole year before that he’d wasted with the jerk. Old memories, ones he was once very fond of play through his mind, but then they turn into dirty memories of him and Josh, which will lead him to that night those 21 days ago. He falls asleep way to late, thinking about it all.

And he knows it’s bad for him to be constantly thinking about Josh. Josh had left him, moved all the way to ST ANDREWS- he’d found out from Josh’s work. But he misses Josh. The flat just isn’t the same. Yeah, he has Niall and who wouldn’t want to be roommates with Niall? But he misses Josh’s presence. Josh was always just so calming and wasn’t a pain in the arse. Yet, he knows he’s supposed to be getting over Josh.

Liam stops by every morning to drop off coffee for both Harry and Niall. And he always asks Harry how he’s doing with a sincere smile and a tight hug. Harry’s answer is always the same ‘I’m fine Liam. Thank you though’. Then Liam will leave for work or whatever, and Niall will prance around the flat doing absolutely nothing useful while Harry gets ready for the day. Even though Niall never helps out with anything and is just a complete pain in the arse, Harry wouldn’t want him to leave. Niall is like a little lost puppy. Once he’s got your attention, or a place to sleep in your flat, there is no getting rid of him. He’ll tear things up and eat anything edible, but he’s so small and fragile and Harry just loves him so much. Considers him like a little baby brother and child he never knew about.

But yeah. It’s been three weeks. Work is still the same, his mum will still call at least three times a week. Life for him goes on. Louis’ number is in his phone. Under Lou(:. He hasn’t talked to Louis or Zayn at all. Louis’ texted him a few times and he’s answered, but nothing major. He always finds himself scrolling through his contact list, his thumb hovering over Louis’ contact. He wants to talk to Louis. Louis is the one person he feels like could understand. Louis is the one person he would feel comfortable talking about any of this to.

It’s weird because he’d only known Louis for, like,  not even a full twenty-four hours of his life and he’s already missing him, wishing he could talk to him. But every time he clicks on Louis’ contact and opens a new message, he’ll type up a super long message about how he’s depressed and needs someone to talk to, or he’ll even just type up a simple ‘hi’. But they never get sent, saved as drafts.

And even though Harry hasn’t been talking to Louis or Zayn, that doesn’t mean Niall isn’t. They’ll be sitting on the couch, watching some new film, and Niall thinks that Harry doesn’t see who he’s texting, but Harry does. And when Niall slips away on Harry’s day off- ‘trying to find some new Supra’s’, he’ll say, Harry knows he’s really going out for lunch or something with Zayn. He’s happy for them, really. Finds them cute. Who wouldn’t, though. A dark haired, fair skinned boy with tattoo’s and gauges who has a serious, deep personality, with the blond, pale, blue-eyed Irish boy who has no tattoos and is such a kid? Not something you see every day.

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