It's not like Niall hated Louis now. It's just that he didn't think Louis really wanted him around anymore. He sat at the very back of the bus, ear plugs in and stared out of the window. Where would he go? He had decided to go to the airport and get quickest flight to Ireland. Not to his parents, no for God's sake, no! He just thought maybe he found a place to live in old tracks? Hopefully.
His phone vibrated (it was on silent) and told Niall someone was calling. He checked the caller ID, before angrily shoving his phone down his back pocket. Why couldn't he just stop calling? Five missing calls, oh of course he'd pick up the sixth time! No. He was done with everything about Louis Tomlinson.
The bus turned left and stopped in front of a large building. The airport.
The plane was very silent when Niall found his seat. He sat down in the chair closest to the window and put his bag in front of his feet. He had this nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen, something really bad. Well, at least he had got a nice seat, he thought. No annoying children, no big man pushing his seat backwards...Oh, nevermind.
"Welcome aboard, this is your captain speaking." Here we go...
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Louis sighed as Niall didn't pick up this time either. Does he hate me? He thought. Well, duh, his mind told him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, before he got up and dragged himself into the guest room. Harry was out for the night, so Louis had to sleep alone; something he was not comfortable with. He got into his PJ's and snuggled into the covers. The covers smelled clean and of soap, and Louis quickly missed Harry's familiar scent. He jumped out of bed and quietly ran into Harry's bedroom, and jumped into his bed. He snuggled into the covers and sighed as Harry's familiar scent rushed over him. He fell asleep thinking about Niall and Harry.
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Louis woke up a few hours later, noticing Harry lying next to him with his arms wrapped around him. Hmm, he thought, I quite like this. He could stay like this forever, but he just couldn't. He untangled himself from Harry, causing Harry to mumble something and grab after him, and tiptoed downstairs. He turned on the light at the bottom of the stairs, and waited for it to turn on. When it did, he quietly ran into the kitchen. He took out a mug from the cupboard and a bag of Yorkshire tea. His favorite.
Suddenly he got an idea. He should make breakfast for Harry! After all he had done for him, he deserved it, at least!
Louis was good at making pancakes. He had practiced. Niall had told him they were the best. He sighed at the memory of the blond boy. He missed him, he missed him so much.
He had been an idiot. He had been a total jerk. What had he been thinking? He hadn't been thinking. He regretted it so much. Niall was never coming back to him, and it was all his fault!
Louis sniffled and put the pancakes down on the kitchen table. He made everything ready to eat and went up to get Harry. The curly haired lad had probably just woken up, his hair stuck out to every possible direction and he repeatedly yawned.
"Morning Haz." He smiled slightly at the sight of the other boy who stumbled out of bed and almost fell into the closet.
"Morning." He answered and Louis admitted that his friend's morning voice was sexy. They were both silent as Harry dressed, but it was a comfortable silence.
"I made breakfast." Louis said as Harry pulled his sweater over his head.
"Pancakes?!" He cried hopefully and Louis chuckled.
"Yup." Harry grinned happily and they raced downstairs.
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When they were finished eating, Harry put their plates in the sink and the syrup back in the cupboard.
"It was delicious, Lou." Harry said and smiled charmingly. Louis couldn't hel but blush, and he looked down at his feet. What is this? he thought. Stop blushing, he's your friend for God's sake!
He looked up again, and to his shock they were closer than he expected. Harry's green eyes shone and sparkled, and he stared at Louis' lips then into his eyes again. The feeling was so intense, Louis didn't know what to do so he just stood there, frozen.
Without noticing it, they leant in and they're lips brushed against each other. Louis' heart beat quicker, and he could feel himself blush.
Harry smiled, and caressed his cheek. He leant in againm and placed his lips softly on Louis'.
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Niall had never liked flying. When the plane shook, or the rumbling sound - he absolutely hated it. He took deep, calming breaths and closed his eyes. A sudden movement caught his attention. A tall, skinny man rose and walked backwards to the end of the plane. He looked around to see if anybody was looking, but he didn't see Niall. Then he did the unthinkable. He gripped the handle on the door, and (surprisingly) starting to pull it to the left.
"What are you doing?!" He shouted, but it was too late.
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Hi guys! I'm so sorry for keeping you hanging there, the last cliffhanger was awful. I'm not sure if i like this chapter, but it was the only thing I could get down. As you can tell, this story is quite sad, and it will be for quite a while. And sorry if this is short, it's just that all my ideas belong to another story which first chapter is going to be up very soon (possibly today if I can find a suitable title).
Thank you so much for reading this story, and I'm so sorry for all the wait and long time periods between each update! I know this chapter is kind of shitty, but it's just filling up for what's yet to come.
Love you!
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Lovesick Fool (Sequel to I'm Already There)
Fanfiction*WARNING: Extremely sad love story* Louis has been missing for three years, and nobody is still trying to find him. Except for Niall. He's having a hard time on his own, struggling with a bunch of problems and nobody is there to help him. Harry is...
