Chapter 8

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Louis’ POV

I wasn’t going to miss Harry perform tonight, I was going to meet him.

I prepared myself for him to come on. I was excited, I was just going to kiss him, I was gonna do that.

“Hey, what’s a sexy boy like you doing alone?” a girl appeared in front of me, shooting me a seductive glare.

Hell no.

“Sorry, I’m no-“

“Lets dance”

She dragged me to the second level, grinding up against my hips.

I didn’t want to dance with her but this was my favourite song.

Decisions, decisions.

I jumped around to the song, slowly moving away from her.

Thank god.

I made my way down hastily, only being able to hear the last few chords of Harrys last song.

“Isn’t she lovely made from love…Thank you everyone”

I rushed down the stairs, finally seeing him walk of stage hastily.

“Harry” I murmured.

I was frustrated with myself, maybe I would be able to catch him as he leaves.

I jogged outside, looking around for him.

There, his figure.

He was calling over a taxi.

“HARRY!” I screamed.

He slid into the taxi, shutting the door.

I was nearly there, just a few more metres.

My legs pumped as the distance between me and the taxi decreased.

But I was too late, the taxi drove off, taking Harry with it my pace slowed, eventually stopping.

“Haz” I whispered, his taxi turned the corner, my head dropped. “Next week” I muttered.

I trudged back to my place, crashing down on the couch and calling for tom.

“Sorry I haven’t fed you” I apologised, scratching my cat behind his ear.

I got up to the kitchen, seeing a box of his food sprawled out on the floor.

I glared at him as he ate up his food, smart bastard.

“Geez Tom” I mumbled, picking up the box and putting it back in its place.

I watched him eat, going back to the couch as he followed me. He walked past me and stepped up onto the window sill, he jumped out, but I wasn’t worried, Tom always came back, and also I was on the bottom floor so he wouldn’t die.

Harry’s POV

I sat down, sighing as I hugged a pillow.

I missed Louis.

I only let the manager do that twitcam to see if Louis would come.

But I guess he didn’t.

I took a shower, stepping into my boxers and letting my hair dry naturally.

I walked around my apartment, freaking out as a small figure was perched on my window sill, I was the bottom floor, so what was it.

It was too small for a human, but too big for a bird.

I stepped closer, seeing if it would go away.

“Shoo” I spoke.

The cat stayed there until I was right in front of it.

I picked him up, looking at his name tag whilst I rubbed his ear.

“Tom” I mumbled.

He meowed as I said so, my hands flipping the tag over and spotting the number.

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“Hello?” a high voice answered.

“Yeah, hi, uerm I have your cat, he jumped up to my window” I told the guy.

“Is his name Tom?” he asked.

“Yeah, Tom” I muttered.

“Alright, could I uh, please have an address?” the guys asked.

“Right, yeah, sure”

I hung up, texting him my details.

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