harry steps to the side of the old road as a car comes into view, "where you going, boy?"
"home."
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louis;
"harry!" i exclaim in excitement and agony as i hear his deep accent through the phone, "where are you? please come home... please."
i hear a sigh on the other end and then the sound of a lighter starting, "lou, i'm not telling you where i am but i am fine... no, i'm not fine. but, i'm safe. i promise." dammit harry and his slow talking.
"i-- i miss you."
"i miss you too. you know," he pauses and i think he's taking a hit of a cigarette, "i look at the picture you gave me. i didn't forget about it."
"i'm glad. this is so--" i stop. i'm not sure i even knew what i was going to say.
"i have to go."
my heart drops, "oh."
he hangs up.
how could it be so easy for him to just... hang up?
i understand he's upset but-- four years.
maybe the signal dropped before he could say anything else?
yeah, that's what happened.
yeah.
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Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] ❝When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."❞ or the one where harry runs away with a mere photograph of louis in his poc...
