Two Ghosts |l.s|

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

I didn't exactly know what to do with myself, normally I just sit around and write some poetry or lyrics down in my journal, but right now Louis is the only thing on my mind. This morning was tough and not exactly what I expected. I knew we had things to talk about but I guess now I realize how much we really needed to talk to understand each other more. 

I got a call from Simon not that long ago, talking about how I will be performing on The Ellen Show. I was excited to hear the news but at the same time I am kind of nervous; don't get me wrong, I love Ellen, she has always been the kindest towards us and never hesitated to help us out when we needed it. But sometimes the things she says and questions she asks leave me speechless, not in the way most people think, but because I genuinely don't know how to react, I just sit awkwardly and look at the audience, which luckily earns a laugh from people. 

After sitting around in my hotel room for a few more hours I have enough of sitting around and instead get dressed comfortably by putting on some shorts, runners, and a sweater. It's not that hard to not get recognized if you don't want to, I simply just dress like any other person would and I put on sunglasses. It seems to work because I'm leaving the lobby and I see no screaming fans like many people would expect. 

I walk down the city streets for a few more minutes and look up from my phone and see three girls coming out from, what I assume to be a cafe, across the street; they're all holding each other and I'm pretty sure the one in the middle is crying. I scrunch my eyebrows. 

I wonder what's wrong 

But the other two are smiling like crazy and looking at their phones.Before I could think another word in my head, I see a familiar body leave the shop not long after. 

Ohhh, It's Louis. That's why they girl was crying. 

Suddenly I feel my heartbeat in my neck, I turn my head quickly to face forwards and focus on my breathing, I don't know why I was so nervous for being spotted by him, it's Louis. 

The further I walk, the more I realize that I don't know where I am going, I haven't even thought of telling my agent or bodyguard that I left, now that if something happens to me, they won't know. I slow down my walking and breathe deeply, I must have began to panic because my breathing was getting so irregular and I couldn't focus on anything. 

I don't know if it's the heat, or if I'm just very overwhelmed, but I look for another small shop to go inside and sit and relax a bit. 

Taking a seat I see a young guy look over and walk my direction, assuming he works here I smile at him kindly and give him a small nod. 

"Good afternoon, Sir, can I help you with anything today?" He asks with welcoming smile, holding on to a small tablet in one hand. 

I tilt my head and think for a moment, "I'll just have a black coffee thank you," 

He writes down my order and looks back up, " would you like a biscuit along with your order?" 

"Sure, thanks," I respond, pulling my sunglasses up to rest on my hair. 

The waiter leaves shortly after and places the order, I take out my phone and stare at the name at the top of the screen, Louis. I debate whether or not to ask him if he's okay, our talk this morning wasn't exactly the lightest conversation so I just wanted to check up on him. 

But what if that annoys him. 

Maybe he just wants to be alone, I mean clearly if he left the hotel where both of us are staying.