***Louis Tomlinson***
Wednesday, August 1st, 2012 – North London, England

I had laid awake pretty much all night – well, morning, since we didn’t go to bed until around one – just watching Harry sleep and trying to figure out what he had meant. He was lonely? When did that start? Is that why he got drunk with Liam? Was this just due to the Abby thing, or had this been going on for awhile? And if it had been going on, why hadn’t I noticed? Why hadn’t he told me? Worse, why hadn’t I asked him?

I knew Harry had been lonely when we’d broken up. He wasn’t good being by himself. But once we were back together, things seemed better than ever. We were joined at the hip, nonstop. How could he be lonely when things were going so well? It had to be the Abby thing. What other explanation was there? All I knew was that, if Harry was lonely, I wasn’t leaving his side, so I sat there and played with his curls for hours until he finally woke up shortly before lunch time. His eyes opened, and he winced from whatever hangover pain he had. Then he looked at me, and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, probably noting the concern on my face.

“Why are you lonely?” I asked him, my hand still entwined in his hair. He bit his lip.

“Did I say that?” he asked, not remembering. I nodded.

“You said you were lonely, and Liam said you were crying. What’s going on, Love?”

“I don’t want to fight,” Harry shook his head and looked away, trying to stifle tears.

“We’re not going to fight,” I promised him, gently. “Please, just, talk to me.”

“I just miss you,” he sighed. “I feel like I finally just got you back and now someone else has you and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Nobody else has me, Curly,” I promised him. “I’m not gonna lie, Abby’s cool, but you? You’re my everything. I’m never letting you go. And if your stupidly selfish boyfriend is making you lonely, then we’re going to have to do something about that.” I had hoped for a smile from Harry at that, but I didn’t get one.

“You’re not selfish,” he shook his head. “I’m just being a baby.”

“Harry, it’s in your nature to want to be around people. That’s not a bad thing. I mean, honestly, I don’t blame you for feeling the way you do. We went from traveling to Anaheim together to breaking up and pretty much ignoring each other to getting back together and being inseparable to this whole Abby thing all over the course of what, two weeks? That’s a lot of being together and then being pulled apart to adjust to.”

“I just – I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Harry protested with himself.

“Harry, if it’s upsetting you, then it is a big deal,” I told him. “I care about you, Harry, you come first, always, and we’re gonna figure this thing out, okay? Like I said, it’s going to take some adjusting for all three of us, and I know that’s not fair to you because you just kinda got thrown into this…” I trailed off.

“I would go through anything for you, Lou,” Harry told me, and I smiled.

“Look, I think it might help if you and Abby get to know each other better, and then the two of you can be friends as well and this might be a little easier on you. She’s cool, Harry, she really is.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “I’m willing to give her a chance.”

“Thank you,” I kissed him. “I’ll see if she wants to come here for dinner tonight, okay?”

“I said I’d give her a chance, I said nothing about cooking for her,” Harry stated, and I smiled, glad that he could joke about it.

“But I know you would do it for me, right?” I batted my eyelashes.

“I said I would go through anything for you,” Harry emphasized. “Not do anything for you.” I grinned.

“Well, it’s up to you, but – ” I started tracing my fingers along the top of Harry’s pants, teasing him – “I could make it worth your while.” I bit my lip as I looked up at Harry. I could tell by his expression that I was already driving him crazy, and I had to suppress a satisfied smile.

“I don’t know, Lou,” he sighed dramatically. “It’d have to be really, really, worth it.” I bit the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up around his chest, then kissed him down his stomach until I got to the top of his pants again, and I looked up at him and wiggled my eyebrows. He was about to lose it, but he stayed strong. “I mean, I just don’t know if I’m capable of cooking tonight.”

“Fine,” I said, and hopped off the bed just like that, making like I was going to leave.

“Damn it, Louis!” Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back down on top of him, kissing me aggressively at first, but then he stopped and looked at me, smirking.

“What?” I asked.

“You love me,” he stated, as though he were just now figuring this out.

“Yeah…” I trailed off, not following.

“I didn’t come home last night, and you were worried, and you came and found me,” he was saying it as though it were something he could hold over my head, but I could see in his eyes how much it meant to him. I smiled.

“I will always come find you,” I said, then pressed my lips to his and we made love. All day.

Notes

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