It was already past 9 in the evening when Liam left that day. Louis opened Distance and took a look at his current distance from Harold: 4.8 kilometres.
He smiled at that number for a while, and sent him a message: You reached home early.
Ten minutes later, Harold replied: Just got home.
Louis thought over it and declared: I’m not checking up on you. I’m just worried for you.
Harold: What is there to worry about?
Louis began talking nonsense: You see, Germany’s refugee problems are quite serious…
Harold: So?
Louis: I’m worried you might get r*ped.
Harold: Worry about yourself first.
Worry about yourself first.
That was essentially a voice message. Louis could vividly imagine HARRY’s tone as he said those words.
It made his heart itch.
Louis held back for a while, but not for long, replying: How about… we have a voice call?
Harry called him directly. Louis cleared his throat and answered immediately. But after picking up, he suddenly didn’t know what to say. So he asked a useless question, “Can you hear me…”
Harry said, “Mm.”
“Well…” Louis searched for a conversation topic, “What are you doing?”
Harry said, “Watching the news.”
“What news?”
“Spiegel.” (it's a weekly magazine in germany)
“About what?”
“About sports. The Premier League, Chelsea versus Burnley.”
“You watch football? Do you remember when Germany was eliminated by Britain (A/N idk if there is a team called Britain) during last year’s World Cup? At that time, I and… ” Louis paused, “… Well, my ex-boyfriend used to watch football in a bar, but with the match ending like that, the Germans around us were all extremely angry. On the way home we were so scared we’d be beaten up by some German that we almost wrote “I’m not British” on our faces.”
Louis originally intended to make a joke, but didn’t expect that Blake would be in all the stories he told. He realised that when he talked about the past, he mentioned his ex boyfriend all too easily if he wasn’t being careful. It would be better to talk about the past less in the future.
Harry laughed, as if he didn’t mind.
Louis hurriedly changed the topic: “Then… How did your dinner go? “
Harry said, “It was fine. I had dinner with my former professor.”
“Oh, professor…” Louis suddenly recalled the huge hickey he’d left on Harry’s neck.
If he had known he was going to meet a professor, he wouldn’t have messed around like that…
Harry said, “After retiring, he moved to Spain and rarely comes back.”
Louis felt a little jittery, “He’s retired, meaning he must be pretty old… He didn’t say anything, right…”
“Say anything about what?”
Louis stammered, “about… Your neck. “
Harry said, “He didn’t say anything.”
Louis let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good…”
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Your Distance - l.s.
FanfictionDistance is a social platform that (just like other social platforms) can display the distance between 2 people. Louis Tomlinson had chosen someone that was 287 kilometers away from him, thinking that it was very safe. After all, when there's more t...
