Night Changes // l.s.

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[Happy 21st Harry, you've made my world go round and have opened my eyes to new things and I wouldn't have it any other way 😘🌹😍❤️

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Louis sighed looking at the suits in his closet. Which one of these say I'm successful and I don't need you, but I'm not an arse and I still care about people's feelings unlike you? All of them really, but still, for Louis it was a tough decision. Because the wedding is in September, Louis wanted to have a suit put away so he wouldn't accidentally wear it to work or in New York for a fashion show.

Speaking of, Louis hasn't even started packing yet. He's got until Friday (only a day away) to finish packing. His flight to Manhattan is early Saturday morning so he has no time to spare. While he's on the plane he figured he can look over the winter catalogue he and Eleanor had put together for Ms Angela.

When Friday came, he and Harry only got to speak for a few minutes because they are doing training exercise over a three-day weekend, and well. Fuck. He's has a shit day, and now this article is sitting in front of him like a big fuck you.

414.

414 British servicemen/women have died in Afghanistan so far, and Louis is sick. He shuts the paper and tosses it out, prior to leaning his head in Perrie's shoulder. His feet are cold, and his electric blanket is a million miles away.

"It's okay, Lou."

"No it's not," he mumbled immediately after.

"It's okay. We understand you, babe," said Perrie. Sophia nodded and Louis scoffed.

"You know Zayn and Liam are coming home. I have to sit and hope and pray that Harry survived the night. You don't understand so please don't tell me you do."

Everyone was quite after that. Louis just felt a little sick and Perrie took this as a sign to shut up and not tell Louis about the growing foetus inside her. Maybe later, she thinks.

"Louis, we really want you to be happy again. Harry would want that," Sophia said.

Louis didn't respond. He was hurt. His heart was lunging around in his chest and his lungs started to dry out as air left his body. It was almost like he was sick. The pain that he was enduring was tearing him apart and he's never been this way before.

Niall made Louis a salad while Sophia, Perrie and himself ate some chicken tenders from Nando's. Louis still wasn't eating. Not like he normally should, and he knew this, but he isn't going to address it until someone points it out. Until his ribs start to show, or until his cheek bones became visible, or when his skin becomes some shade of pale. Or maybe when Harry comes back. He wasn't up for dealing with it now.

"Louis, I hope you don't mind, but I want to use some pictures of H for my photography project. They were good pictures," Niall said.

Louis shrugged, "sure. Just make sure you tell your classmates he's taken."

A chuckle was passed around the room as old jokester Louis started to fall back into place. Louis was feeling much better than earlier. He's slowly starting to realise that Harry has been doing this for years and probably even years post now, so why is he freaking out? Harry always comes back.

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When Louis said his flight comes early he wasn't kidding. Niall, Eleanor, Sophia, Makayla and Perrie stood around the airport in sweatpants and tattered sneakers at four in the morning as they wait for their flight. Niall had fallen half asleep on the bench by their gate, Eleanor was looking over the next lipstick article for grammatical errors, Perrie and Makayla talked about all the shops in New York that they must check out, and Louis just stood by the panoramic glass, watching as the planes sore away in the sky.

He wondered what would happen if he went back to his little town on the edge of Yorkshire. If anything will have changed. If his old schoolmates would remember him. It was a lot to take in, being invited to his mums wedding. Maybe the invite got lost in mail and wasn't meant for him. Surely that had to be the answer, because she hated him. Probably still hates him. He quite blankly remembers the day he was kicked out.

"Louis William, have you read over your bible study notes," his mum asked.

Louis frowned and store more intently at shoes under the table. It was one of those days.

"No ma'am," he muttered, almost rolling his eyes. He feels it coming, though.

"Well, why not? You know you need to be cleansed!" Louis' mum glared at Louis abruptly because that was too far, and not only that, the Styles family was over for dinner.

"You know what, round of applause to mum for being the fucking fairest of them all!"

"Louis William, you sit down this instant and apologise to our guest," Jay spat, her tone filled with disgust.

"Fine, but not until you tell me what you have against gays, against transgendered people, against agender people; explain yourself, please. I would love to hear what excuse you'll use this time."

"It's not right, Louis, and you know this," she said between grit teeth as she glance over to Anne who watched with a calm face. Sadly, she knew what was to come.

"Well, I'm gay! So I'm not right!?" Louis' fist slammed on the table.

"No, you're just confused, but don't worry Rev. Nathanson is -"

"No, mum. Stop! Shoving religion down my throat isn't going to change anything in me. This is who I am. This is who you had. And this is who you'll just have to fucking live with."

"You have ten minutes, Louis. I want you and your stuff out of my house."

Louis ended up moving into the Styles residence and he felt clingy and like a cheapskate, but Harry loved him every step of the way so, naturally, Louis didn't care.

Louis store out at the stars from the large glass and smiled.

"Miss you so much, babe. Can't wait until you get home."

[I'm choking cause Harry is legit 21 omg #HatsOnForHarry #HappyBirthdayFrogFace]