Why'd You Go, Lou?

17

"Louis I need you at the studio" said Simon into the phone when his call went to voicemail.

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Louis woke up alone and rolled over only to see the lack of a person he missed so dearly.

It'd been like that for months, a continuous cycle of lonesome.

He checked his phone and saw that he had missed Simons call.

"Shit"

"Louis I need you at the studio" he heard Simons cold deep voice say when he replayed the voicemail Simon had sent.

He got out of bed and wearing only boxers and walked over to start making his morning cuppa so that it would be ready by the time he was dressed.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry."

Louis stared at the sight before him.

His green eyes pierced into his blue ones, pink lips and ivory skin. His long curly hair came to an end at his shoulders, wearing black skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Various rings on his fingers, all except the one Louis had given him. And a bag in hand.

"Um it's fine, just gimme a second yea?"

"Yeah of course." Harry said with a breathy laugh.

Harry's POV
I saw Louis today. He looks thinner and I'm only hoping that's not a problem. Messy hair and only boxers, but it felt different. Like somewhere, something was missing. I've longed for the sight of those blue eyes that put shame to sapphires, but seeing them didn't satisfy me as much as I though they would.

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Louis came back now somewhat dressed wearing a sweater and and some joggers.

"Hi Harry."

"Hey" he said looking down.

"Did you need anything" Louis voiced walking over to put water on the stove.

"Um," Harry began.

"Is everything ok?" Louis asked turning around to meet Harrys eyes and walking back to him.

"Yea yea, everything is fine." Came when blue met green.

"Then, what's up?"

"I just came by to drop off my key I thought you might want it back," said Harry and Louis' heart completely shattered. "And some sweaters that I must've took after we broke up, ya know cause I was packing so quickly, sorry about that."

"Oh, no that's fine. You can keep the sweaters anyway." Offered Louis.

"What?, no they're yours, you should keep them." Harry pressed.

"Harry it's fine. I've got plenty. Seriously I don't mind." And he didn't. He liked knowing that Harry still had a part of him.

"Well I think you should keep them, they're yours after all."

"Harry I already said-"

"I don't want them!" spoke Harry, his louder than usual voice is what sent Louis speechless.

"Oh..., Okay, well um you can just leave them there" uttered Louis through the bitter silence, gesturing towards a nearby chair and walking back to the stove trying to collect everything that was happening because, he wants to get rid of me.

"Louis I didn't mean it like tha-"

"Harry's it's fine," Louis told him faking a reassuring smile. "I understand. Really I do, I wouldn't want them if I was in your position either. I mean after I did that, I'm surprised you don't hate me"