That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 19

Harry was rifling through his suitcase for clean pyjamas when his hand got tangled in pale blue wool. Confused, he pulled, more coming off in his hand until he traced it to the Prada sweater.

“Oh no,” he whispered to himself.

It would be very early morning in France. Harry prayed that Louis was still fast asleep, hurt ankle propped up on a pillow, and wouldn't answer his phone.

“'Arry! Good morning!” Louis sounded so lovely and it made Harry feel even worse. “Louis,” Harry said. “I've done something really bad.”“What's happened?” Louis replied quickly.

 “The sweater. The blue one, from Prada. I wasn't paying attention when I packed, you left half your stuff here, I just threw everything in, I'm sorry.”

“Oh, mon petit! It's fine-”“No, listen. I'm so sorry, but it's ruined. There's a giant hole in it and blue wool tangled through all my stuff. I'm so, so sorry. I'll pay you back for it.” “'Arry! 'Arry,” Louis interjected. “I did it.” “Wait, what?”Louis, damaging clothes? No.

“It caught on my suitcase zipper when I was packing for France. I'm sorry.”“You did it?” Harry was glad it wasn't his fault, at least... but the Prada sweater was ruined. Their special thing was ruined.“I'm sorry,” Louis repeated. “I've already gotten you something else, though, to replace it.”

“At a farm?” Harry was sceptical, there couldn't be many nice clothes shops near a farm. The Prada sweater was so soft and cosy. He sort of thought he'd be wearing it for years.

“I promise it's good,” Louis said. “Anyone can buy Prada. There's only one of what I've got for you.”

Wow. Okay.

All Harry had gotten Louis was one of those tacky I Went To The Phoenix Science Center and All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt's. Because nothing would be funnier than making Louis wear ugly clothes, he'd thought – but if Louis had gotten Harry something one-of-a-kind, something really special, Harry had to step his game up.

He was screwed, really. Ignoring whatever Louis had got for Harry in France, Louis had already given him antique jewellery.

Harry had bought him a stupid ugly t-shirt.

Idiot.

Louis must have sensed Harry's pause. He took mercy, kindly changed the subject. “How's Phoenix been?”

“Boring.” Harry sighed. “Eleanor wanted to go go-karting today but there was a photographer outside the hotel and Jeremy wouldn't let us leave.”

“That sucks. That's nice she invited you, though.”“What sucks is that I miss you,” Harry said quietly.“Yeah, I know,” Louis said kindly. “Me too. I'll see the doctor in four days, I'm sure he'll tell me I can fly.”

Four days?

“What am I supposed to do until you get back?” Harry said. He then winced, hearing how pitiful he sounded.

“What are you supposed to do?” Louis laughed. “What are you supposed to do? What am I supposed to do!? I can't walk further than the kitchen and back. I'm going crazy. I've been throwing things for the dog but he only brings them back half the time.”

“I've got a photo shoot tomorrow, and then we're visiting a local church's youth group to film there,” Harry told Louis. “But maybe we could skype when I get back in the afternoon?”

“Yeah, of course,” Louis said. “It'd be pretty early, but everyone gets up early here anyway. Hey, make sure the assistants follow the photos of outfits I gave them, okay? To a T. No improvising.”