Half a heart

Chapter 40 Epilogue

_At first he's glancing at the clock frequently because he's promised to go to Scarlet's game this evening and he has to leave at a certain time in order to get there. However as the day goes on and more things start piling up, he forgets and he stops looking at the clock._

_He's had to deal with complaints for artists. He's had to deal with employees not doing their jobs. He's had to deal with running to and from the recording booths, listening to singles and making sure things are being done right. He's had to call the restaurant he wants to take Harry to a dozen times before he finally gets through and gets a reservation. He's been on the phone with the flower shop and the jeweller. And on top of it all he's been swamped with paperwork._

_Honestly, it just hasn't been his day._

_Sometime around five-thirty he thinks he hears his phone go off but he's on the phone with an American producer that's willing to let one of London Sound's new artist be the opening act for his American popstar. By the end of the phone call, it's all set up and Louis has completely forgotten that his phone might've rung._

_It's eight-thirty when his day finally comes to an end. He's caught up on most of his paperwork, done with all of his meetings, and has started figuring out tours for two of the bands he has signed. He's dead on his feet when he comes out of his office though. It's been a seriously long and very trying day. He's at the point where he doesn't even care about food and would just like to collapse in bed and sleep._

_However, when he gets home he feels immediately like something is off. He feels as though he's forgotten something. He shrugs off the feeling and toes off his shoes and hangs his coat in the closet before heading towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. It's when he enters the living room that he meets his husband sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his face._

_"Hey babe..." Louis spoke slowly, unsure why Harry was glaring at him._

_"Do you know what today is?" Harry questioned, ignoring Louis' greeting._

_"Umm Thursday?" Louis answered, his eyebrow lifting some in confusion._

_Harry's glare hardened, "Scarlet's football game."_

_"Oh..." Louis' mouth formed a perfect O._

_He had completely forgotten about her game._

_"Oh. You missed her game and all you have to say is oh?" Harry inquired, stepping towards his husband, anger written all over his face._

_"Look Haz, work was crazy today. So many things were going on and you see how late I'm getting home. I've had meetings and stuff all day long." Louis defended himself. "I forgot."_

_"You promised you would go." Harry responded, uninterested in Louis' excuse._

_"I know that. We can't always keep our promises though. I was busy and I couldn't get away, it's my work - my business, I can't just not do the things I have to do as the boss." Louis stated, feeling himself growing annoyed._

_"Louis she's your daughter." Harry insisted._

_"Yes, Harry. I know that. But there will be other games." Louis retorted immediately._

_"It's not about there being other games. It's about the fact that you promised to be there tonight, and you weren't. And what's gonna happen come the next came and suddenly you're too busy? Are you gonna miss that one too and say there's still more games?" Harry questioned, his voice low and angry._

_"Don't start with me." Louis snapped finally losing his cool. "There are priorities in life and football games aren't at the very top of the list. There will be other games. Will I make it to them? I don't know. But I do know she'll get over it! My work is important. The company is my responsibility. I can't just go running off to a football game because she wants me to."_