I woke up alone. Louis is not next to me. I look into bathroom and lounge. He's nowhere. All his stuff is gone. Not this shit again. I take my phone and zero notifications from him. And there's no note again. Oh well, this time it doesn't hurt as much as it did first time. I take a bottle of vodka from minibar and open it and finish it all. I lay back to bed and seems like it's time to play with myself since Louis decided to leave again. Maybe one day he calls me and says he's sorry. He probably never does that.
I wake up covered in sweat, holy shit. I'm panting so hard that it wakes Louis up. "Hey Hazza what happened?" he asks and clicks the light on and pulls me closer. "I just saw a nightmare," I try to steady my breathing. "What did you see?" "That you left me here all alone. Again." He climbs on top of me and puts his arms on my cheeks and looks straight into my eyes, "Harry Styles, I'm never ever going to leave you again," he presses a soft kiss first on my lips and then all over my face, calming me down.
"Louis?" "Mh?" "Can we hint something to fans again?" I ask. "Sure, why not," he smiles,"do you have something particular in your mind or what?" "Yeah, do you know what olive means?" "Are you seriously going to talk about some random fruit? What's with you and fruits?" he laughs. "No I'm not talking about olive the fruit. Olive means saying I love you without saying I love you." "Oh okey I get it." "We should just both tweet #olive on Twitter without any explanation," I beam. "Sounds good, let's do this," we take our phones out and tweet.
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"Can I be little spoon now?" I ask him after I've put my phone away. "Of course, I will do whatever my Hazza wants," he says with a big smile.
I woke up at twelve, Louis is still sleeping, I give him a little kiss on hia cheeck and grab my notebook. I can sure as hell make my nightmare into a lyrics.
Two hours into writing and I'm finally ready. I have never done this writing thing like that. It's usually few lines with one time but right now I made a whole sad song. I have to wake Louis up, how long can one person sleep?
I go back to bedroom and climb under the blanket and decide to wake him uo the best way there is.
