Waiting Room. ls

Eighteeth Appointment.

"harry?" louis yelled through the apartment. for about the 20th time. when he woke up, harry was gone. louis never liked not knowing where harry was, he was always a worrier.

"harry edward styles i swear to god!" he yelled.

louis sat down on the couch, with teary eyes and despair. he took out his phone to text harry.

where are you??

when he put his hands back in his pockets he felt a small piece of paper. he took it out, and unfolded it.

i know you're probably worried,

that you've looked all over england.

i just wish we were married,

please let me be your husband.

"what?" louis whispered to himself. he felt something tap his shoulder, so he turned around. he then saw harry down on one knee, with a ring.

"louis tomlinson," harry tried to say without crying. "will you marry me?"

"yes!" louis screamed. "yes! yes! a million times yes!"