Oblivion (Larry AU Stylinson MSBK Finale)

Chapter 28

sorry guys, this is so fucking delayed im sorry. they cut my Wi-Fi off and I only have like .2gb left and I have 2 parties to organize tomorrow bc new years and some birthday and its been shit trying to get better bc I sprained my fucking knee and I can't walk correctly so there goes my spare time, trying to exercise so I can fucking organize a damn party tomorrow and I still need to upload story B and update Foul Play and IM SO SORRY IM JUST COMPLAINING. NEVER GET COMPLICATED JOBS OKAY.

#UselessAdviceFromAmy

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It's a living hell,

Louis thinks as he rummages through envelopes and envelopes in the kitchen counter for the letter the operator on the phone is asking for.

"I-Im sorry. Can you give just a second."

"Yes sir."

He doesn't normally deal with bills, or any bills for that matter because he doesn't necessarily pay, Harry does, but he has no choice seeing as they cut the cable off and Ethan won't stop complaining that he wants to watch The Wiggles and the tv just shows the number for the company.

He's on his second cabinet now and he doesn't see what they're asking for, because what the hell is an account number. can't they just look up Harry's name and show his record?

"Sir."

"Just give me a moment."

Louis speeds up his pace and freezes when he feels one of the loose sheets drag across his finger, feeling the edge touch his skin as a prickle of red liquid drops out. He hisses and flinches away, sucking on his finger as he tries his best to calm down because its fine. He'll be fine.

"I-I can't find it."

"It won't be necessary Sir. I apologize for the misunderstanding, but the owner of the account is the only who is allowed to make changes or review the bill. We're not to disclose any other information. Does Mr.Styles happen to be around?"

And that's the problem.

Louis rests his head against the corner and shakes his head, although he feels dumb afterwords because he can't see him.

"No."

"My apologies for the inconvenience, but we cant r-"

"It's fine. Have a nice day."

"You too, Sir."

The phone disconnects and Louis sighs against the tile, trying to make sense of his punishment. He wont stoop low enough to call Harry, he doesn't want to, because it won't do any good.

He's the one that left them in the first place, and after 6 days of disappearing without any sign, Louis knows he meant it.

Louis hears the fridge open and slowly turns his attention, watching as Ethan eyes it up and down.

His curls are wild as he climbs inside and Louis hears him moving a whole bunch of bags, jars of jelly probably hitting another, and he steps out, looking defeated.

Louis heart crumbles, seeing his son walk towards him and tugging on his pants. Louis stares into his blue eyes and watches as a small pout forms on his little lips before he points at the fridge, whining.

"Daddy. I want milk. no milk."

Louis tries to hold his tears in as he picks up his son and puts him on the small curve of his hip, because he knows why there's groceries missing. Harry, Louis, and Ethan always go food shopping together. And if there's no food, it's because they haven't got a chance this week.