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it was ten o'clock when harry was woken up by the bright ass sun shining in his face. he shoved his face on the pillow and stretched his arms only to accidentally nudge the other body that was also on the bed. he abruptly sat up and shook his head in attempt to get his eyes to focus, he ran his fingers through his hair when his eyes we're starting to get clearer. he looked at the person next to him to see that it was a girl, a girl that looked like she went to their school as well.

harry looked down to himself to find that he was naked, like butt naked. and so was the girl "shit" harry thought. he was about to get dressed and leave when "hazzie ! i got us breakfas- oh". shit louis "babe it's not what it looks like" harry tried to explain walking closer to louis. "harold for fucks sake ! you said you'd change !" when louis called harry harold, shits about to go down. "blue, it's not what you think. i don't even remember going home with her !" harry said truthfully, he just wanted louis, to cuddle him and kiss his neck and leave hickeys but he just had to fuck up somehow. "then explain, harold. because god knows i want to fucking punch you". and that, that was new. louis was never a violent person and him saying he wanted to punch harry was kinda alarming and sad. "i went to a party-" before harry could continue louis interrupted "of fucking course you we're harold, when i'm not with you your in a goddamn party ! that's why you didn't answer any of my texts and missed my footie practice !" at this point louis wanted to cry, he wanted to punch harry and he wanted to die. harry gulped because, fuck that was true and in some sick twisted way for your lover to tell you that.

"i-i, ugh, i honestly don't remember blue. i'm so so sorry, louis. please" harry said reaching for louis' hand. they we're about to hold hands when "hey harry, last night was great" the girl that was beside harry said. "that's it i'm fucking done. enjoy eating pussy harold !" and with that louis stormed off harry's flat.

harry was about to run after louis when the unnamed girl said "you don't remember anything, do you ?". harry turned to look at her then answered "yeah, actually. but that doesn't matter right now, i gotta go get louis. shit

harry sprinted out the door while he was slightly jogging he was tying his mop of curls so they won't get in the way while he runs, assuming it would probably take a while.

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it's been 3 hours since louis ran out of harry's flat and he hasn't seen the small angel since. he was getting worried, thinking he would've found louis by himself but it was hours too long and he was on the brink of sanity. so he did what he had to do.

he called zayn.

and as easy as that sounds, in this situation, he doesn't even know if zayn wants to chop his head or his dick. probably both if he we're being honest.

he called zayn three times before he picked up. "zayn-" before he could even finish the other on the line already dropped the call.

fuck. this was going to be harder than he thought.

which he deserves all the fucking pain in the world for even putting his hands on such an angel that dared walk the earth. harry was just human, and he was positive louis wasn't.

and that's all he could think of a lot of louislouislouis and a little bit of louislouislouis.

he called the rest of louis' close friends. he first called liam, he was a jock that was very overprotective of louis and probably not the best idea to call him second. two phone calls later liam picks up and starts talking before harry does. "mate just eat pussy and fuck off, you don't deserve louis". and the line was dead, and harry is such a dick, an absolute shitface. at least liam said something ?

he calls niall next hoping that the happy-go-lucky irish man would at least tell him where louis is and if he was safe.

"niall, please. yes i don't deserve louis. yes i am in fact a fucktard and a huge asshole but please, where is he ? tell me he's safe please".

harry is full on begging now, he just had to know- he needed to know.

"as awful as you are mate, yeah. lou's fine. i knew you we're a fuck and go guy but damn, of all the people you could've played it had to be my little ol' baby lou ?" harry was shattered and ready to bash his head into the nearest brick wall.

"niall, i messed up bad, please. i don't even remember how that girl even ended up in my bed ! i wanna make it up to lou, please".

"that makes it even worse harry ! unconsciously fucking a girl and not even remember her name the next day ? figure out yourself how you think lou would want to be in the same room as you". and as much as it hurt harry, everything niall said was true. he wasn't going to give up on louis.

he was the only one to give harry enough courage to rethink his life and start actually paying attention to school. he was his literal sunshine, making him smile without even having to do anything. he wasted all that, because of a stupid unconscious fuck up.

he could've been laying in his bed with louis, staring at his long eyelashes that framed the prettiest blue eyes (above all the eyes he's seen, louis' is definitely the prettiest) the faintest of freckles that we're spread onto the bridge of his nose and dispersing into both the apples on his cheeks. his thin pink lips that we're softer and more supple than what you might expect. his really really obnoxiously soft brown hair that looked annoyingly good whatever style louis put it into. whether it be a soft quiff, a messy side swept fringe, an updo, or just louis' go to messy woke up like this kind.

harry was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that he was crying, silent gushes of tears from his eyes falling unconsciously and he couldn't stop it, he didn't want to. he misses the boy so much.

if he wasn't such a fucked up play boy then maybe, just maybe. all of this wouldn't be happening.

and maybe louis would still be in his arms.

the thought of louis in his arms, giggling, trying to catch his breath, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy is what gets harry thinking what he could do to get his boy back in his arms.