We're Back || L.S. || 1D Reunion || ✅

Chapter 5

okay, so please bear (:p) with me the whole explanation part, it makes sense don't worry.

Enjoy, it's a long chapter
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Louis awakes to a hand gently laying his feet back onto the bunk, and a blurry Zayn quietly walking away. Louis blinks a few times and rubs his eyes to clear his blurry morning vision. He looks around at the quiet bus, and assumes all the other boys were up eating breakfast. Even though he woke up mere seconds ago, he was already exhausted. It didn't help they had their first show tonight, which Louis had to pretend to be okay for. He sits for a few minutes, eyes closed, before he opens them and looks across the hallway to the opposite bunk,

Just in time to watch Harry flick his eyes to look another direction. He was wrong, not everybody was eating already. Louis just stared at Harry. 'What is he doing to me?' He thinks to himself. 'He's literally controlling me, without even talking to me.' He deciphers. 

'Maybe,' he thinks, 'just maybe, we can work something out?' Louis immediately flinches at his own suggestion. He wasn't exactly on good, or bad, terms with Harry, so he wouldn't know what to do. He knows he can't do a relationship at the moment. Even if Harry wanted to, Louis had to regain the trust he wasn't going to just leave Louis again. He had to know Harry was serious. He had to know his reasons for leaving in the first place.

But he has to admit it to himself, he misses Harry. He misses their playful bickering, and lame staring contests. He misses how they could sit for hours and talk about anything and everything. He misses waking up and seeing Harry's face. He missed the way Harry would take care of him from any sickness or injury. He missed the way Harry would always protect Louis in any way. He misses their bond. 

He wants it back, but he can't until he has some kind of explanation from Harry. He realizes he's been staring for a few minutes when Harry eyes him again. He watches as Harry carefully chews his bottom lip, looking really nervous about something. He's lying in bed, what would he have to be nervous abo-

"Hey," Louis hears in that slow, deep, morning voice of Harry's. His eyebrows raise a little in surprise, but he tries to act stable. 

"Um," he clears his throat. "Hi." he plainly states. He moves his eyes from Harry's mouth to his eyes. His soft, liquidated, smooth, beautiful green eyes Louis dreams about in his sle-

No. Not right now. 

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks, quietly, like it's a secret. Louis shuffles so he's on his side facing Harry. "Um, I'm doing better I guess, just got a bit overwhelmed," Louis's voice trails off while saying the last word. He sees a flash of emotion cross over Harry's face. Hurt? No, um. Louis thinks, then he sees it. Regret. He sees regret in his eyes as he carefully watches Louis. 

"I'm sor-" Harry begins but Louis cuts him off. "Can we talk?" He asks hurriedly before he looses the nerve. "Today? Sometime? Uh yea?" He asks all in a question. He can see surprise registered on Harry's face as he slowly nods. "Yea, I can send the others out for lunch and we can talk here." Harry tells him. Louis nods, thankful. 

They sit in silence for a bit before Louis's stomach growls. Although he can feel his body get all droopy, he forces himself out of the bunk. He stands and blood immediately rushes to his head as he wobbles. He feels a hand steady his hip and sees Harry sitting up, helping him stand. 

"Thanks," Louis mutters and moves out of the room to the front of the bus where a table was pulled down next to the fridge and sink Louis overlooked yesterday. Niall, Zayn, and Liam were all sitting there eating cereal, arguing about what song is the best on their last album. Louis rolls his eyes, but still answers. In his head of course.