College Boy [h.s]

Twenty Two.

PSA- I'm editing the last few chapters and re-uploading in case you're confused!!!!!!!
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I did some cleaning around the apartment that evening to take my mind off of Harry, to little avail.

A few hours passed and Shawn awoke and exited his room, dressed and ready for work.

"Hey Teagan, do you know where Louis is?" he asked.

"He left in a hurry, I have no idea. He told me not to wake you up," I explain, and Shawn scrunches his brows in confusion.

"Weird...he's probably just meeting some mates or something. Well, I have to go to work, I'll see you and the little one tomorrow," he says, kissing Payton on the forehead and leaving for work.

It was now about 6pm, and I only felt myself growing more and more worried by the minute. Louis had left about 2 hours ago and I still had no idea what for.
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Finally, at around 6:30, Louis walks in the apartment. He sighs as he takes his shoes off and ruffles his hair a bit.

Almost on instinct, I see him take a cigarette out from his pocket, but he looks over at me and stops, remembering he doesn't smoke in the house anymore because of Payton.

He mumbles a curse word, and puts back on his sneaks so he can go outside and smoke.

I make sure Payton is asleep in her crib before I follow Louis outside.

"Louis, what the hell is going on? What happened, I've been worried sick all day," I state, as he leans against the building, finally lighting the cig.

He bites his lip, not answering me.

"Is Harry okay?" I ask.

"Yeah of course," he mumbles, and I feel a wave of relief.

"Well thank God, Jesus, Louis why the fuck would you scare me like that? What did he need to talk to you about so urgently. You were gone for hours."

"I stayed for supper, can I finish me ciggy?"

"But Harry is okay?" I ask again for reassurance.

"Sure," he says, taking a long drag and releasing it in a circle of smoke.

I want to ask more questions, but I stop myself, allowing Louis to relax and have a smoke. I don't say anything for a while as I lean up against the building beside him.

"You seem... stressed," I mumble.

"Just tired," he says.

"Louis I know you're tired and just wanna smoke your cig but this is driving me fucking nuts."

He sighs a bit, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

"Harry's wife's pregnant." he says, and I heave a sigh of relief.

"Thank god, that's it? I was thinking something serious had happened to him. He just wanted to tell you he's having a baby," I state, smiling a little. A mini Harry running around was a rather cute thought. "Why do you seem so uneasy?" I ask.

"I don't know, Tea. I just get this... weird feeling from Sarah."

"What do you mean?" I question.

"She's a lovely girl, don't get me wrong, I just- there's something missing."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, I'm happy for Harry though I'm glad he's gonna have a kid and that."

"Yeah, he'll make a really good dad," I smile.

Ever since Ryan and I broke up, I couldn't help but think about my previous relationships. Mainly Harry, and just how happy he really made me when we were together. He was always so kind and loving to me.

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"Teagan, you alright?" Louis asks, interrupting me from my thoughts.

I shake my head.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about Harry. Also, guess who I hung out with today and had a surprisingly good time with."

"Who?"

"Liam Payne, we went out to lunch."

"You went out with Liam Payne? Like a date?" Louis shutters.

"No, more like just a friend thing. He's a nice guy okay," I shrug.

"Did you fuck him..."

"No! God, Louis. Not today anyway," I mumble.

He crinkles his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before a smirk spreads on his face. "Oi oi please tell me what I'm thinking of wasn't a hungover dream."

"It wasn't a dream. God, do you remember what happened between us?"

"Yeah I do," he smirks even wider. "Haha, I for sure thought this was a dream oh my god. I was so trashed that night."

"What did we do?" I ask in a defeated tone. "Liam said he left halfway through the night."

Louis leans in and whispers in my ear.

"We did not!"

"We did."

"I've never done that with anyone," I mutter.

"You've done it with me," he chuckles.

"Oh god. So that's why I couldn't sit properly for days!" I groan, hitting my head up against the brick wall.