Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🌻lost without you🌻

Haven't done a proper grammar check but oh well... smut is not very detailed. I intend to make the next chapter intense though! *smirks*
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It has been two days since Louis left for Amsterdam and Harry was miserable.

He missed Louis so much.

He's gone more days without him, of course. But they never parted while they were fighting!

They always said goodbye with a passionate kiss and a tight hug, not with yelling and a broken heart.

The submissive was throwing a bouncing ball against the wall whilst sitting on the bed.

Tom Odell was playing on his phone and he was thinking of what to say when Louis came back today.

An obvious: 'I'm sorry' wouldn't be enough for Harry. Maybe it would be enough for Louis to forgive him, but Harry accused him of cheating! When Louis was trying to make him happy.

Harry groaned when the bouncing ball hit the wall and then the bed and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

He moved his limbs from where he was still sitting on the bed, trying to reach for his ball.

The boy had been sleeping in his own room the last 2 nights. He didn't want to be in Louis' and his room if Louis wasn't there to cuddle with him.

Then again, that's only because they were fighting before he left.

Horrible scenes had tortured Harry during the night in the form of nightmares.

The plane could crash, a murderer could be in Amsterdam, Louis could fall into a canal and drown.

It could end badly and then Harry would have to live without Louis, but with his guilt of letting the love of his life down.

It was nearly a natural reaction when Harry also slipped a few times. It was so difficult for Harry to get big again when he slipped.

Harry sat against the headboard again once he found the bouncing ball back and threw it against the door, just as it opened.

Mary shrieked and ducked for the flying object. Harry gasped and rushed out of his bed, his white skirt falling in place automatically.

He wrapped an arm around the elder lady who was grasping her heart in shock.

''Goodness gracious, Harry! You gave me a heart attack!''

''I'm so sorry, Mary! I didn't look before I threw.'' She chuckled and eyed his hand which had bandages wrapped around it.

''How's your hand, love? No more pain?''

''It's a little numb. I don't think I need painkillers today. I'd rather have somebody who would help me with my apology.''

''Oh, you're planning an apology? I think that's something that should be from the bottom of your heart. The right words will come when Louis is in front of you. This won't be in too long, since I received a text message in which he said that he's on his way here.''

''What!'' Harry gasped and nearly ran out of the room, slipping into his white converse. Before he could open the front door, however, Mary stopped him.

''Harry. He's not here yet.''

''R-right.''

''You're nervous.'' She pressed.

''Of course I am! Most relationships where the word cheating was mentioned came to an end!''

''But you two have something that most of those relationships didn't have.''