Disturbance //l.s//

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Louis quietly unpacked his things in their room. He was hesitant and flinched whenever he or Harry made a sound. He was trying to be subtle about everything, because the air was thick and it was very awkward.

Louis finally said softly,

"I'm going to go take a shower now." Harry was sitting on his bed and holding Louis' bear. He smiled.

"Okay." Louis dropped his head down. He didn't even ask what Harry had been doing while he was gone. But by the looks of their room with scratches and punch marks on the wall, it looked like Harry had lost his temper.

"A-Are you okay?" Louis couldn't help but ask. Harry looked down at the bear.

"I missed you." Louis looked away with tears in his eyes.

"I know." He whispered. Harry looked up with hope in his pretty green eyes.

"Did you miss me?" He asked in a tiny voice.

"How could I not?" Harry smiled at that. Louis took a deep breath and made his way to the bathroom with a change of clothes in his hands. "I won't be long so you can take your turn." He still wondered why Harry needed to shower when he was a ghost. He always smelled nice besides. Oh well. There were some things Louis would never understand.

Harry suddenly knocked on the door after Louis had closed and locked it, getting things ready for his shower. Louis paused, unlocking the door and opening since he was still dressed. Harry was standing there, rocking back and forth on his heels, batting his lashes innocently with his hands clasped in front of him. Louis swallowed thickly.

"Yeah?"

"You know, we never had our night together because you ran away from me." Louis felt his throat tighten. He had forgotten about that. He was so caught up in their fight.

"Maybe tomorrow." Louis said hesitantly, just wanting to put it off so he could focus on settling back in (emotionally). Harry smiled.

"Okay," Louis went to close the door but Harry stopped him. "I'm sorry by the way. About what I said." Louis forced a weak smile.

"It's fine. We all make mistakes." Harry frowned at the floor.

"I suppose so. I've made many." Louis shakily reached out and touched Harry's shoulder, but when Harry flinched Louis withdrew his hand.

"Uh...it's fine. We all have." Yes, but Harry's mistakes were like no one else's. Harry nodded.

"Possibly not as bad as mine but you're right." Louis tried to close the door again but Harry again stopped him.

"What?" Louis asked, and he didn't mean for it to sound so harsh. Harry bit his lip.

"Did you really miss me?" Louis swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Of course." Harry titled his head to the side.

"How so?"

Sh^t.

"Um...I couldn't stop thinking about you." That was indeed true, but Louis made it sound unbelievable. Harry blinked at him.

"Uh, okay." Harry turned to leave but this time Louis stopped him. "Hm?"

"What were you doing while I was gone?" Louis asked desperately. Harry winced.

"Nothing. Is there anything to do when you're all by yourself?" Louis looked down at the floor guiltily.

"Oh...I just thought—maybe you were...doing something. I don't know." Harry stared blankly at him.

"If you really would like details, I punched and scratched the walls, screamed, cried myself to sleep every night, made dinner for two but was depressed when I had leftovers, took constant walks outside and around the house just in case you returned while I was asleep, and played back all of my tapes in the den just in case a Louis would come wandering down to discover the disturbance in the house." Harry rambled dryly. Louis took a step back.