Always In My Heart, @HarryStyles

seven

HARRY

I scrolled through my socials casually with my back pressed up against our counter in the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. Lou and I's kitchen was spacious, big enough to hold many people, which oftentimes it did.

It was rare if we werent spending a night with our best mates in this kitchen, talking rubbish on someone we knew or playing stupid drinking games. The island placed in the middle of the large room was shiny, especially because I was a stickler about keeping our house clean.

Instagram and Tumblr werent seeming to hold my attention, so I sucked in a large breath and pressed on the icon for Twitter. I continued to hold that singular breath as I scrolled through the most recent tweets, knowing full well what I would find.

Caroline had made Louis spend the night at Eleanor's hotel last night so the paps could get shots of them leaving together early in the morning. I hated when Lou had to spend the night away from me, it felt like half of my heart left when he did.

I groaned when I saw the pictures, feeling suddenly jealous of this girl. Eleanor and I had spent a decent amount of time together, but not enough to call us friends. Thankfully, she saw Louis's and her relationship as nothing but a job, and she didn't care enough to get to know either of us.

She had a boyfriend of her own though, whom I couldn't remember the name of at the moment.... Was it Matt? Milo? Oh Max! It was Max. Thank god for him, he really soothed my insecurities when it came to Lou and Eleanor.

I knew Lou would never try anything with El, but it was nice knowing El had someone keeping her from Lou as well. Their relationship was platonic, strictly for business purposes only.

I chuckled to myself staring at the already released pap pictures. Lou looked tired, like he hadn't slept a wink. I knew why,  it was because he wasn't with me. We really did have some separation problems, didn't we? That made me laugh even harder, thinking about the grumpy moods we would be in all day.  Well at least until we saw each other again.

He wasn't even holding Eleanor's hand. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans, balled into tiny fists. He looked frustrated, annoyed. He probably was with all those cameras in his face. 

At least Eleanor was trying. She had a very fake looking smile plastered on her face as she walked by, shyly waving with one hand as her other hand was gripped tightly around Louis's arm.  I rolled my eyes at even the thought of someone else touching Lou. MY Lou. I was getting too frustrated, so I decided to close the app. Enough Twitter for the day.

I glanced at the tiny clock that was displayed on our way too expensive SECOND oven that was only used on Christmas, and realized how much time I had until Lou would be back. It was only 8:00 am and Lou had press things to attend to until noon.  I thought about attempting to go back to bed, but I knew that would be impossible. I would just have to fix the tiredness with coffee, I thought as I grabbed the keys to my black Range Rover and headed out the door of our impressive house.

It was rainy and foggy out, one of my favorite types of weather in London. The streets were empty, which made me happy. Maybe I could survive one coffee outing without a fan attack. I pulled up in front of my favorite little cafe in North London, and smiled seeing it was fairly empty.

I put my beanie on my head, pushing back my mane of curls and put on my big black ray bans. I was thankful I had remembered to bring my book as well, for I had almost too much time to kill, which was a luxury for me.

I entered the cafe and ordered Lou's favorite drink, which was simply a habit for me. I giggled to myself as I realized my mistake, but did not fix it. Maybe if I drank Lou's favorite drink it would make me feel as if he was sitting on the other side of the table from me. Man, we had to talk to someone about this separation anxiety.