Just Hold On // L.T. ✓

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~If it all goes wrong, darling just hold on~

"I want to be at the beach." Fizz complained from the couch, which she hadn't left in at least two days.

Louis and her have been binging Riverdale the whole weekend, and have just been ordering takeout to the house. "But this couch is comfy."

"I like to listen to the waves." Fizz smiled. "Your phone has been buzzing on the kitchen table for like an hour, by the way."

Louis jumped up, knowing that it would be Simon, which it was. Seven missed calls and fourteen texts. Without reading the texts, he called him. "Sorry, Simon. I was uh...asleep."

"Don't lie to me, Louis." Simon sighed. "I need you in New York now."

"Of course. You know I'm your slave." Louis said, voice serious.

"Just get here, okay? I've got you on a flight out of Heathrow in three hours, so get moving." Simon hung up the phone, and Louis turned to his sister.

"I've got to go, Fizz Fizz. Pause it, and I'll be back....I don't know when. I'm headed to New York."

"Fine." Fizz said. "I'll just keep watching The Walking Dead."

"Love you!" Louis yelled, running out of the house.

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In the airport, Louis watched the rain fall outside of the window.

It was November.

He sat by the window next to his gate, got out his notebook, and he started writing. After a couple minutes of writing, he realized that he was writing the same little skit that him and his sisters had performed for his mum three years ago.

He smiled just remembering it, but the memory was tainted with sadness.

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"Hello, apartment." Louis said, opening the door.

There was no noise back.

He went to his closet, which had clothes in it, ones that would be nicer than whatever he was wearing at the moment. He had slept on the plane, and was ready to meet Simon, since it was so urgent.

He put on his customary jean jacket with the fur, some Adidas shoes, and some Adidas trackies to mellow out the look, along with some slogan t-shirt from somewhere that he didn't really care about. Probably Target.

Then, he took to walking, not wanting to get an Uber, really. He listened to some music for a while, and enjoyed the weather, which was definitely less rainy than England, but not snowy enough for New York at this time of year. Louis' been in New York during the winter - he knows how bad it gets, and this isn't bad.

Louis hadn't had a job with Simon in maybe six months, and from the urgentness in his tone, he reckoned that it was a group job. He hadn't done a group job since 2015, which didn't excite him. Why should it? His first experience was terrible.

In the distance, he spotted the familiar building, and sucked in a breath.

It's going to be alright, Louis, he told himself. Just hold on.