The Crosswalk Concert

Part 5

It's one month later and Harry and Louis are inseparable.

They've spent nearly every day with each other, going out on dates or just spending time at home.

Sadly, Harry can't forget about his job though so he has to work this Friday night, much to Louis' dismay.

"But Hazza, it's Friday night. We could go out or just stay at yours" Louis says with a sad pout as he's on the phone with his boyfriend.

"You don't even know much I'd love to do this with you tonight but I have to go to the studio and record some songs. I'm sorry love, you know I'd take you with me to the studio if I could" Harry says with a sad expression.

"I know baby, it's alright. I'll miss you though" Louis says.

"I'll miss you too love" Harry answers.

"Will you call me when you have finished?" Louis asks hopefully.

"Of course sunshine. I have to go. Bye Lou" Harry says to which Louis responds with a "bye Haz" before hanging up the phone.

Louis puts his phone next to him as he sighs and takes a place on the couch.

What is he supposed to do now?

He quickly decides to call his best mate Liam to see if he has any plans for tonight.

He calls his number and gets an answer immediately as Liam says "Tommo. What's up?".

"Are you up for a night out at a club?" Louis asks.

"Sure, weren't you supposed to spend the night with Harry though?" Liam says.

"He has to work" Louis says, the sadness prominent in his voice.

"Don't be sad mate, I'll pick you up in twenty minutes, we'll go out" Liam says before both boys hang up.

Louis decides to wear casual black skinny jeans and a white shirt as they make their way over to the bar.

Things get a little out of control as around 28 vodka shots later, Louis is completely drunk.

With every shot he drinks, he just starts to miss Harry more.

He misses his soft touch, his heartwarming smile, his beautiful laugh, the way his green eyes light up whenever he's excited, the way his curls seem to bounce a little on his head when he walks, his soft and tender kisses, the safe feeling he gets whenever Harry holds him, he just misses everything about him.

Being here without Harry makes him sad, it makes him sad that he can't be with him in public whenever he wants to, it makes him sad that he can't scream out to the world that Harry is his.

That Harry belongs to him and not some random girl that he is seen with.

Nobody gets to see Harry like he does, nobody gets to see the real Harry.

These thoughts are going through Louis' head as he takes another sip of his drink before deciding to go and get some fresh air.

He tells Liam about his plans before going outside and smoking a cigarette.

The urge to at least hear Harry's voice slowly gets too much, that's why he takes out his phone and dials Harry's number, hoping that Harry will care enough to pick up.

And he does.

"Hey Lou. Is everything alright?" Harry asks.

"Harrreehh hello" Louis says drunkenly.

"Louis god are you drunk?" Harry asks.

"No. Not at all" Louis says with a little giggle.

"Who are you with?" Harry asks in concern.

"Paynooo" Louis says.

"Louis stay where you are, I'll pick you up" Harry says.

"But you have to work" Louis says.

"You are way more important" Harry says to which Louis starts to giggle.

"Gosh you're so adorable" Harry says with a little eye roll.

"M' not" Louis says with a little stomp of his foot.

"Yes you are my baby. Now tell me where you are and I'll get you" Harry says before Louis does just that.

Ten minutes later, Louis is still waiting in front of the club but he knows that Harry will be here soon.

He texted Liam that he will leave earlier but the lad has been busy anyways.

"Hey" a girl suddenly says to him from behind.

"Hello" Louis answers with knitted eyebrows.

"I'm Eleanor. Who are you?" she asks.

"Louis" Louis says shortly, completely not in the mood to talk to her.

"Are you alone here tonight?" she asks, taking a step closer.

"I'm here with my best mate" Louis says as he takes a step back from her.

"No girlfriend then?" she asks with raised eyebrows.

Before Louis can answer she pulls him close by his arms but he stops her.

"Now listen lady. I'm only going into one direction and this direction is not yours no, it's the one of my boyfriend. My curly haired boyfriend whom I really love and who will be here soon" he says, leaving her in complete shock.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know" Eleanor says embarrassed.

"It's alright" Louis says as he suddenly recognizes a curly head in the distance and starts running into its direction.

"Hazzzaaaa" Louis yells as he jumps into the all to familiar and strong arms.

"hey Louu" Harry says as he puts his hands under Louis' thighs.

"I missed you" Louis says as he nuzzles his face into Harry's neck.

"I missed you too" Harry says before asking with frown "but who was this girl?".

"Nobody. She tried hitting on me but I told her that I'm happily taken" Louis says, pulling Harry closer.

"She tried what?" Harry asks, suddenly getting extremely jealous.

"Don't be jealous Haz. I only care about you" Louis says before taking Harry's face into his hands and giving him a long and loving kiss which seemed to have convinced Harry.

After quite a while of them hugging, Harry decides that it's better to take Louis home now.

"Gotta get you home now baby" Harry says to a half asleep Louis in his arms.

"Okay. Will you carry me?" he asks with a small and tired voice.

"Of course love" Harry says before carrying Louis over to his car, getting him into the passenger seat and driving them home.

As they arrive at Harry's place, Harry changes Louis into his Pyjamas and lays him down in bed, Louis being already asleep as it seems.

As Harry is in the bathroom brushing his teeth, he hears little whines coming from the bedroom.

"Hazzz?" Louis yells.

"I'll be there in a second" Harry says back.

"Wanna cuddle" Louis yells.

"One second" Harry says but Louis being the impatient hedgehog he is, is already behind Harry, wrapping his arms around his upper body.

"Cuddle" Louis says with a sigh to which Harry just giggles.

He finishes up in the bathroom, turns around and picks Louis up, carrying him to the single bed their sharing.

And as he lays in bed, his lover being in his arms he asks himself how he has gotten so lucky as he whispers a small "I love you" against Louis' hair.