You're the place my life begins. [l.s]

Part VI.

          After his brief meeting with Liam, Harry drives to the mall where they are having a signing, twenty minutes later than Louis. When he arrives, he sees his boyfriend bouncing and pacing around the place impatiently.

            “Hello, Sunshine,” he says, and Louis turns around, brows knitted together, and relief falls over his face as soon as he sees Harry.

            “Where have you been, Harry, this thing is about to start!” But if he is completely honest with himself, being late for the signing is not what has kept his mind so preoccupied.

            “Sorry, Lou,” Harry does not answer Louis’s question, not feeling capable of articulating a lie. He brushes the man’s cheek with the back of his fingers, and slowly kisses his forehead, his lips lingering there only a little too long. Louis bites the urge to catch his mouth in his own; there are too many people around. So, he sighs and takes Harry’s hand, intertwining their fingers and, leads him to the table.

            When the signing is finished and their manager sends them home, Louis takes Harry’s hand again and starts walking towards his boyfriend’s car. Suddenly, the green eyed man’s phone begins to ring; he pulls it out of his pocket, looks at the ID and excuses himself, hand slipping away from Louis’s.

            He stares, surprised, as he talks lowly on the phone at a distance big enough to keep Louis from listening, and cannot help feeling a little wave of worry welling in his mind. Harry is never this secretive, not with him, never with him. He watches him hang up and walk back to where Louis is standing. They get in the car and Louis does not say a single word while Harry talks about some of the fans they have met earlier.

            “Who were you talking to, I mean, on the phone?” He asks, bluntly interrupting Harry while he is telling him about a fan who has brought a picture she took with One Direction back in 2010. He tries to make it sound less like an accusation, but he does not care to find out whether it has been a successful attempt.

            “Um,” Harry tears his eyes from the road to lay them upon Louis quickly, and he does not know what to say. The person on the phone was Zayn, who has called to let him know that he will be in London in three days to help him with everything he needs, “it was mom.” Harry stutters and Louis immediately knows he is lying, so he asks no further.

            Louis starts to notice a pattern then. Harry makes too many secretive phone calls, goes out too often and is never honest about where he is going. On free days, he leaves early and heads back home past noon. He does not tell him about his day and his thoughts are always wandering. Sometimes Louis will even stop telling him something because he suddenly realizes he does not have the other’s attention. He spends too much time writing on his journal, and when he is done, he hides the leather notebook under the mattress. He hides it from him, Louis realizes sadly; no one else ever steps in that room.

            So, when Harry wakes him up one morning and tells him that he needs to drive to Birmingham to visit Gemma and that he will be back next morning, he is sure that he can physically feel the pain as his heart breaks in a thousand little pieces.

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