Don't Let Me Go || l.s.

Chapter 9 - I Will Be

A/N: This chapter went pretty well if I do say so myself. Prepare to love me again, yeah? And also please look down at the first comment on this, it's the link to a song for this chapter  since for some reason Wattpad won't let me link it. 

Louis let out a sigh as he turned around to face Harry’s house, seeing the front door wide open still and no Harry.

To leave or not to leave.

He put his hands on his hair, running them slowly down his face with a sigh. “My God, I’m such a complicated little shit,” Louis mumbled while sinking to his knees, staring down at the wet pavement. His eyes travelled up to the front door that was still wide open and Harry wasn’t there. It made Louis feel a pang of hurt in his chest, was he not going to come after him?

‘What did you expect, idiot?’ His subconscious spoke and Louis’ shudder, shutting his eyes. “I am an idiot.” He sighed before rising from the ground and walking back up the driveway and to the porch where he quietly and slowly shut the front door.

Hesitantly, Louis took his hand off of the door knob just as a car was pulling up into the driveway and into the garage. He squinted his eyes and saw that it was Anne’s car, and as she got out and ran onto the porch, she flashed Louis a smile. “Are you coming inside?”

“N-no, I was just leaving.”

“Need a ride home?”

“I’m fine.” And with that, Louis took off running down the sidewalk and going the way to his house.

Upon arriving, Louis was met with his hysterical mother who was frantically asking questions. They ranged from ‘are you okay?’ and ‘did you walk home in the rain?’ But he didn’t care, he needed to get up to his room before he had a meltdown in the front of his mum.

Louis ran up the stairs, stumbling a bit from his slippery shoes but he quickly regained balance and went into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He leaned against it as he shivered but thought nothing of it while he tugged roughly on his hair. His sobs echoed throughout his bedroom walls, not caring if the whole world could hear him.

He himself had fucked things up big time, at least that is what Louis concluded.

But on the other side of town, Harry sat on his bed, desperately trying to think of someway to show Louis how much he cared for him. How much he wanted him

Harry grabbed his MacBook Pro and shuffled back to his bed, curling up on it before typing in a few things, a smile lighting up his face as he did so.

Maybe he had found just the way.

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Louis lay on the couch in his living room the next evening, throwing his phone mindlessly in the air and then catching it once it came back down. As he threw it up once again, it vibrated and Louis was startled whenever he caught it.

A text.

‘I’m coming to pick you up in an hour, be dressed by then, casual. No ifs, ands or buts about it. And do you like pasta?’ -Harry

His eyebrows furrowed downwards, where was Harry planning on taking him? And why did Harry want to know if he liked pasta? But, Louis didn’t put a fuss, he was just honestly glad that Harry didn’t hate him after the night before, and still wanted to see him. Would things be awkward between the two, though?

‘Alright. And I do happen to like pasta, why?’ -Louis

The phone buzzed not even a minute later with a reply.