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i won't ever let you go, wait for me to come home

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louis would be lying if he said listening to harry sing about him didn't make him cry. because, yeah, a few tears escaped. but it was all so beautiful, and loving, and heartbreaking. the lyrics made lou want to pull his hair out.

don't let me, don't let me go

'cause im tired of sleeping alone

it was over too soon, with harry having tears himself, thanking the crowd. louis stood there in the same spot a few minutes later, not ever realizing zayn had turned off the tellie and he was staring at a blank screen.

louis couldn't help it, he was overwhelmed, by harry, his song, the lyrics, his feelings were all over the place but he was so happy zayn came in when he did. and wait-

"you knew about this!" louis suddenly turned to zayn, who only held up his hands.

"i couldn't help it, you were miserable and so was he! you both are out of your minds, jesus you love each other so just fucking say it, man. phone the poor lad. trust me, you wont regret it."

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harry splashed his face with water, just having finished the show and his song to louis. he was going insane not knowing if his boyfriend had seen it. he gave it his all, and although harry didn't know particularly why they drifted, he knew one thing.

he would give anything to be with lou again.

a knock on the door gave harry's already on-edge heart a jump, "phones for you, styles."

harry couldn't have gotten to the door fast enough.

he almost cried when he saw it was louis. "babe." he said as soon as he answered.

...." haz."

it was a while before either of them said anything else. not knowing how to start, and not wanting to cry.

"i miss you." well there goes harry's plan on staying dry eyed.

"yeah, me too. so much lou... my baby lou."

"don't harry, oh god." harry could feel louis smiling on the end of the line.

"this might be really sappy, but i'm looking at our picture. the one we took on our last day together."

"... me too." louis whispered

harry inhaled deeply. looking at the picture

"you're beautiful." they said at the same time. also sharing a synchronized laugh afterwards.

"you like the song?" "i loved it." louis answered, before harry had finished his question.

"oh god, i loved it, i loved it, i loved it, i loved, i loved it, i love you."

harry was quiet a bit, his breath got caught in his throat, his heart in his mouth. "if you were here, i'd kiss you senseless."

now it was louis' turn to be silent. and again they were quiet, but it was okay. just knowing that the other was on the line, said more than enough. harry stood there for a while, smiling at the fact that he could hear louis breathing and he imagined being next to his baby.

he ached to feel louis' touch. it was one of his favorite things. the way louis touched him as if he would happily die as long as he had harry's skin fresh on his fingertips. he missed the ghost of a touch, even when it wasn't necessary; harry really didn't need to be escorted down their hallway, or reassured louis was there while they were watching a movie, louis rubbing his arm once or twice. but harry loved it, when they would sit down on the couch and louis would move his knee just to have it bump against his own. he thrived on it. 

"louis?"

"harry."

 "im coming home."