Underneath It All {l.s}

XXII

It's almost six o'clock on a Friday and Harry was sat on a bench outside of the train station.

Louis was supposed to be here a half an hour ago and Harry thought that maybe Louis had forgotten to come pick him up. Afterall Harry had made sure to send Louis a text before he had even gotten off the train so Louis would be here waiting for him.

However, that wasn't the case as he was still at the train station. Sat here bored of his damn mind without anything to do. Well other than the lousy apps on his phone, but that was pointless as he spent so much time on the damn thing throughout the ride here. It was almost dead and he didn't want to waste it in case he needed to call a cab if Louis doesn't show up soon.

Which, Harry hoped wasn't the case because he sort of forgotten where Louis lived...

It's terrible, he was a shit boyfriend because he couldn't even remember where the flat was located. Talk about not paying attention.

But as Harry went to sit here with his legs crossed, eyes flickered about as he looked around. His mind wandered back to the past two weeks and how weird it all had been. Not that... it was just Louis had been a bit preoccupied with his internship and new connections he made that they hadn't talked much. Now Harry had decided he wasn't going to worry about it when he helped Louis and Zayn move in. Which he was still not, but it's been quite disappointing, to say the least.

Yeah, they messaged each other here and there when Louis had a break or had time off. They even talked on the phone, well not as much as they had, but Harry took whatever he could get. However, it wouldn't be a lie to say it had been a bit lonesome not having the attention he once had at his beck and call.

Harry had been so excited these past few days leading up to see his boy because two weeks without him had felt too long. Harry had this nervousness fluttering around his stomach all morning and throughout his train ride. In fact, Harry still had it and he wasn't sure why he felt so anxious about seeing Louis. They've known each other for nearly a year now and Harry's never felt this on edge about seeing someone he's dating. Awaiting for their arrival and being in his arms again.

It made Harry's heart stutter at the thought of being with his beautiful boy again, and god Louis needed to hurry the hell up.

Harry let out a sigh as he glanced down to his top for a moment. Harry knew this probably looked like a nervous tick, but he fiddled with the buttons of his top. His mind going back and forth on about his look today, he thought maybe he shouldn't have put on his special cologne so strongly or maybe a different top would have been nicer.

No, no, no.. Louis wouldn't care about any of that.

Louis loved him and had told him specifically that night after night he couldn't wait to have his baby back. Which put a smile on Harry's face because it made him feel validated, wanted, and most of all loved.

Harry just hoped there wouldn't be anymore lost time as his stay was limited until 7pm Sunday evening.

The longer Harry sat here, the more worried he grew that maybe something had happened to Louis. Harry hoped not because the thought of something that had gone terribly wrong made his stomach roll and Harry couldn't deal with that. Maybe he should give Louis a ring even though initially he wanted to save what's left of his battery for an emergency call, but it'd make him feel immensely better if he just got a hold of Louis instead.

After Harry went through his contacts and pressed the call button he sat there as his eyes scanned the area, hopeful to see a familiar face.

And shit, it went to voicemail. Harry frowned as he pulled up Louis' messages, typing in a quick where are you? Before he tapped send.