10 months later.

"Its almost time Haz." Harry swear he could hear his mums smile over the phone.

He smiled back. "Yeah I'm almost outta here."

"You might wanna visit Louis when you come out, but don't tell him I sent you."

Harry furrowed his eyes in confusion. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah he's... Fine."

What a weird discription.

"Okay thanks mum. Listen I gotta go but I love you and I'll see you in a months time."

"Alright baby. Love you too, see you soon."

Harry hung up the phone and ran his hand through his hair deciding he wants to cut it.

Signing he tried to mentally prepare himself for next month.

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