Why They Buried Louis

Promise.

Louis couldn't sleep. He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling with Harry sleepng softly on his chest. HIs mind was wondering. After a while, Harry started to stir. Louis pretended to be asleep, but that didn't fol Harry. 

"Still awake?" Harry yawned, "What's wrong?" 

"I can't sleep." Louis answered, tiredly. 

"Why?" Harry asked, kissing Louis' chest. 

"I don't know," Louis sighed, rubbing Harry's back, softly, "I can't focus. I think I'm home sick." 

"You saw your mum yesterday," Harry mumbled, "who could you be missing?"

"One person." Louis answered, quietly.

"Why her?" Harry wined, "I thought you loved me?"

"I do," Louis chuckled, kissing Harry's head, "but I was so use to going home with Eleanor, her sleeping on my chest, cuddling against her, that I'm not use to us..." 

"I hate us having to be separated for so long." Harry frowned, "Do you know how lonely this bed felt without you by my side?" 

"Pretty lonely..." Louis mumbled, his eyes filing with tears. 

"You bet." Harry smirked, not noticing Louis change in emotion, "I prayed everynight that you would appear by my side, but nothing ever happened. I would close my eyes and imagine you, and when I opened them it felt like you were right here." 

"...I'm sorry..." Louis cried very softly. 

"Now you are here, and I don't have to wish anymore." Harry smiled, "Isn't that--"

"...I'm sorry..." Louis cried again, interrupting Harry, "...God dam am I sorry!"

"For what?" Harry asked, turning on the beside lamp.

Louis' emotion became more visible. Puddles of tears fell from Louis' blood-shot eyes. "Not being here for you..." he sobbed.

"It wasn't your fault." Harry comforted, caressing Louis' face with his hand.  

"Yes it was..." Louis moaped, "...if I had stood up to Modest! things would have been different and I could have been with yo-"

"Shh." Harry hushed, drying Louis' eyes, "Being without you was hard, but you are here now. There is no need to worry about that anymore." 

"Maybe you are right." Louis sighed, cuddling against Harry, "What do you think the fans are going to say when they find out?" 

"I don't think it matters what they say." Harry forced, "As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy." 

"That makes me feel better." Louis giggled. 

"Can we go to sleep now?" Harry yawned, shutting his eyes. 

"As long as you don't leave me." Louis chuckled. 

"Are you going to leave me?" Harry asked, almost asleep.

"Never." Louis promised, "Never again."

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