Waking Up Alone (L.S)

You're Free To Be Who You Want

"A single moment of misunderstanding is so poisonous, that it makes us forget the hundred lovable moments spent together within a minute."

Harry was woken up by a loud, annoying voice saying "wake up LouLou!" before the blankets are ripped from his face. His eyes shot open as the voice let out a screech "Harry? What are you doing here?". Harry sees Eleanor with her hand up to her chest, eyes wide. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He deflected the question back to her, sitting up in bed with the blankets pulled up to his chest.

They hear the door to the bathroom open and Louis comes walking out, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh hey El, did we have to go out today?" Louis is walking with a small limp and maybe right now is an inappropriate time for Harry to be smirking at that but he does anyway. "Yeah I've been trying to call, we have a brunch date planned."

"What the fuck do you mean you have a brunch date planned? How the hell did you even get in here?" Harry asks, confused and annoyed as he looked between Louis and Eleanor. She raises her hand, showing off her keys. "I do have a key for the house" she said, rolling her eyes, "I didn't know he was here" she said, taking her eyes off of Harry.

"Well we kinda made up last night, I think" Louis smiled widely, turning to get dressed, not even bothered by the fact that Eleanor was still in the room. "What do you mean, I think?" Harry asks with a pointed look, eyebrow raised, "I mean, you're struggling to walk, so I think we made up." Louis just gives the other boy a dirty look, but cracking a small smile a second later.

"I'll explain everything to you later El." Louis said to Eleanor as he pulled a pair of jeans on, "and Harry, I'll have to explain this date later. We have to have another talk later anyway."

"You can't just leave me in your bed while you go out on a date." Harry huffs, crossing his arms, "we literally just slept together and you're going to go play happy home with her?". 'See this is one of the ways she ruined our relationship in the first place.' he thinks to himself.

"Haz, I promise you, we'll have a talk when we get back, but I really have to get going." Louis sighed, walking over and pressing a kiss to the curly lad's forehead. "It will be an hour or two tops, I'll be back as soon as I can".

Harry grumbled a bit more, giving Eleanor another dirty look. Eleanor tried not to take it personally, knowing that Louis probably never fully explained things to the curly haired boy.

Before Louis left, he placed a soft kiss to Harry's lips. "I'll be back soon, Haz, I promise.".

Harry spent the next two and a half hours pouting around the house. It still felt weird to him being alone in the home he used to share with Louis. Not much has been changed around here besides the fresh coat of paint. Louis had left the house the way it was, the only thing missing was all of Harry's personal belongings.

If Harry was to be honest, the house seemed like it lacked the feeling of a home. It felt a little cold look wise.

Harry's fingers were dragging across the spines of the old books in the library on the main floor. This room looked like no one had been in it in a few years. This room was always Harry's favourite. It was spacious and had a beautiful fireplace. The shelves that were built into the walls were still filled with all sorts of books.

Whenever they were home on break from touring, Harry was always curled up in front of the fire with a book in his hands.

Sometimes he found himself reading romance novels, other times he was reading horror, or even autobiographies. He would blindly grab a book off of the shelf and start reading it.