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The phonecall never came and its past four in the morning. Harry hadn't slept, he's downed a couple of cuppa he's lost count, he smoked through Louis' pack he's lost count but the phonecall never came. He's called him numerous times but there was no answer. He's never this anxious before.
He even tried marvelling through the all white interior of the house, its newly furnished furnitures, the open kitchen which lead to french doors opening out to the beachside stone patio. The lounge furnitures, too and the custom built stone firepit right on the waters edge of the turquoise waters of Peconic Bay. Louis was good at this, despite the devastating situation, he managed to have found this serendipitious place, nestled along a shore. But all of these are useless to Harry, he needs to get to Louis.
It was a matter of a two-second decision, and he's off to desperately find a means of transportation at four in the morning, walking the chilly streets of the Hamptons in his light washed jeans and one of Louis' jumpers cradling his phone tightly to his ears to get ahold of him but failing for the umpteenth time.
In fact he was so desperate he's tried to borrow a car from the college students vacationing near their villa but thought that it would be too much of a risk--plus the girl eyeing him sensually when he pretended to jog by their place wouldn't be much of a help.
He tried to make himself believe maybe Louis' decided to make a pit stop at a nearby gas station, or probably decided to spend the night in the city, either that or something must have happened but when the third ring stopped, his heartbeat probably did too.
"Louis?"
Nothing.
"Louis, where are you?"
He can only hear a gust of wind and the casual sound of the car in drive but never his voice and the eratic thumping of his own heartbeats.
"Louis- Louis can-can you h-hear me?" He stuttered into the phone as he heard a pained whimper.
Oh god.
He's never felt his hands shake like this before, never felt his heart weighing him down with its beats before, then the call got cut off.
Harry couldn't be far away enough to reach town but he's on the main road, if Louis is on his way there would be no way he'll miss him.
Its moments like these that he regretted being so vulnerable at the point of staying back and waiting for what could probably be nothing.
He's pathetic, and useless, and weak. He couldn't even do something. The lump in his throat made him despised himself that out of all the things he regretted he could do, crying is always the first on the list.
His phone rang again and he's never answered this fast.
"H--..." Louis' voice sounded strained Harry's heart is into pieces.
