Oblivious [stylinson au]

2.1 ▬ Seeking

2.1 – Seeking

LOUIS TOMLINSON drove past all of the cars in a high speed. He knew he had broken loads of rules of driving for instance, driving over the speed limit and ignoring the red lights all the way to his destination. It was a surprise he survived from not getting run over by some truck or a bus. He wasn’t so sure why he was acting so anxious to get to the book store. He now just realized how caring he was for his flat mate.

This twenty-four year old lad shouldn’t be acting so anxious but instead he should be acting calm because it was just six calls that Harry didn’t answer. Harry’s phone might have died and he had forgotten to charge it full again. But Louis had known Harry for so long to know that Harry never likes when someone walks into his bedroom without a knock on the door, or when it is movie night, he has to have his very own bowl of popcorn and the most relevant information for the current situation was, Harry has the tendency to keep his phone’s battery from getting below 50%.

  

The book store was a ten minute drive from the school where Louis worked. He didn’t know why Harry chose to work at an old book shop considering he was qualified to work at a restaurant near the flat where the two lived. Nonetheless, Louis never critiqued Harry’s choice to him. 

Once Louis had arrived at the book store called Norman’s Library, he parked the car right in front of the shop. He had never stepped his foot in the store, in fact, he had never acknowledged the existence of the shop until Harry told him he worked there. The book store wasn’t modern looking as the book stores Louis usually went, it was an old shop from what Louis could see.

  

After putting the denim jacket he always put in the trunk of his car in case of sudden changes of cold weather, Louis pushed the book store’s door and it let out a creaked sound. There was an old man with salt and pepper hair behind the till who looked up to meet his dark brown eyes with Louis’ blue eyes. Still, there was no sign of a curly haired lad.

  

“Sir,” Louis said as he started to walk forward towards the man, “Have you seen Harry Styles? He works here, right?”

Wrinkles formed on his forehead and a hand was rubbing his chin lightly as he thought for a second, “Hmm, I haven’t seen him today. He called in sick today. Is he a friend of yours?”

Louis nodded, “Indeed he is.” He looked around the dim-lighted shop for mere seconds as his fingers tapped on the till’s desk, “Uh, well it was nice meeting you.”

He exited the book store, knowing his next destination would be the flat. It was odd that Harry had called in sick since he looked just fine during breakfast. Didn’t look like he had a fever. He had just noticed there was no red Vespa parked outside the shop. It was Harry’s form of transportation to anywhere, really.

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“Harold?” Louis called for his flat mate as he unlocked the door of the flat. No answer. Harry must have been really sick to not bother answering Louis.

Louis toed off his Nike’s shoes before entering his home. He couldn’t see Harry’s pair of dirty white converse anywhere. Not even his brown leather boots that he had started wearing recently.

“Harry!”

No answer.

“Yoohoo, Harry.”

No answer.

  

He knocked on Harry’s door twice before cooing, “Harry, can I come in? Are you really sick, Harold? Do you want me to make you a bowl of chicken soup?” Louis even had the time to chuckle, “Who am I kidding, I can’t cook to save my life.”

No answer.

“I’m coming in.” Louis told over the door. He twisted the door knob, knowing he would see Harry on the bed with blankets wrapped around his body.

  

Instead, he saw a made bed, with no sign of a Harry Styles.

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I tried to make the chapter longer :(

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