Summary: The one where Louis loves to play with the rings on Harry's fingers when he's anxious.
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Its been an exhausting week for Louis as head traveled from England to America and back to England then Back to America then finally three hours ago arriving back in England for the next few weeks.
It was shit and everyone knew it. There was absolutely no reason for Simon to schedule Louis's promotion tour like that, but he did anyway. Even now, nearly five years after One Direction took their hiatus Simon despised Harry and Louis being together with every evil bone in his body. But at this moment Louis had nothing he could do, he was stuck following whatever hell Simon could think of until he finally released his debut album and held its tour.
It was 2:38 am when Louis finally made his way into a taxi to take him home from the airport, with nothing better to do and no one else to talk to Louis began to read the articles written about his upcoming album, Walls, which was set to release in two weeks.
99% of what Louis read made him smile, he truly did have the best fans in the entire world. Even after making them wait for so long they still showered him with praise and showed their excitement for the album. It made Louis so proud that his music would touch the lives of so many people, he was so ready for them to hear everything. He couldn't wait to see their reactions, but more importantly, he couldn't wait to see how long it would take for fans to uncover the easter eggs he hid in the album.
Even with the outpouring support and love, there were always people who were only there to bring him down. Most of the time Louis knew better than to read those tweets or articles but this one, in particular, captured his attention and his eyes followed each letter before he could look away.
With Harry Styles' 'Fine Line' still ranking number one on the chart will his ex-bandmate, Louis Tomlinson's debut album Walls even stand a chance?
It was the one thing Louis hated, how a few words can creep into his head, and crash his entire mood. What made everything worse it that the author had to drag Harry into it. Well, it really couldn't have been avoided but did they have to make it out that Louis was just a nobody?
The doubt came pouring into his mind again, Louis replayed the lyrics to his songs over and over again in his head. They where good, no they were spectacular. Nobody could ever take away his pride in his album, he has worked way too hard for some nobody somewhere in the world to take that away from him.
When the car came to a stop Louis let go of all of his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was being in negative energy into the house, Harry never liked it he always wanted the house to be filled with love and kindness.
Louis got his bag out of the trunk of the car and made his way to the front door as his taxi drove off. Louis had already pulled out his keys even though he hoped he wouldn't need them, you see whenever one of them traveled without the other and they came back the rule was that as long as you were home and awake the door remained unlocked but if you were not home or you were asleep you had to lock to the door. Because well you know breaks ins and stalkers are real things.
Louis knew his chance where slim seeing as the moon hung high in the early morning darkness but he still had a small glimmer of hope but when he turned his key and heard the movement of the lock his hope was replaced by reality.
All of the lights where off inside meaning that Louis couldn't see a thing he had to turn on his phone's flashlight app just to make sure he didn't run into a table or a wall. Louis made his way up the stairs, the door of the master bedroom was left slightly open. It was times like this that Louis was happy to be as small as he was because he knew that he could slip through the tiny space without having to open the door any further and risk making noise as he didn't want to wake up his husband.
