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.
