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❝ when im not with you im weaker is that so wrong? is it so wrong that you make me strong? ❞
۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.
the clacking sounds of the dishes and the noise of water running filled the silent kitchen. with a sigh, he spoke, "still staying late for work?" louis asked and looked at his husband who is currently writing down on his notebook.
without looking up, he replied, "yes, i still need to finish a lot of things."
louis held tightly on the plate he's currently washing and heaved another sigh. "what time will you possibly arrive?"
"around 10?"
"can't you go home sooner?" he whispered but harry heard him. "lou, we've already talked about this," harry said and frowned.
louis finished washing the dishes and wiped his hand with a clean cloth. "i know, haz. you're just barely here in this house," he retorted and crossed his arms.
"i'm working for the two of us, lou," harry said with a hint of anger in his tone. he stood up from his chair and looked at his husband.
"i can work in the city too if you'd just let me," louis said rather loudly as he clenched his fists. "lou, you know how tiring it is to work in the urban place. you'll get tired."
"you think i can't do it?" now, louis is truly angry and crossed his arms. "you know that's not it-"
"no! i'm so alone here, okay?" he complained. harry sighed and took his notebook from the table. "where are you going? we're not done with this talk yet-"
"lou, give me a fucking break," harry cuts him off and shouted. he didn't wait for his husband to say anything else, he went out and immediately left the house.
louis is once again left in a big empty house. he couldn't do anything. he really couldn't do anything. his chest felt tight and his heart hurts. he wanted to cry but he always trying his best to show to himself that he's strong and it's not worth it. they've been married for almost 7 years and it seems that things aren't working too well. everyday, they seemed to fight and argue a lot. louis doesn't want to cry anymore, it will just tire him out.
with a sigh of defeat, he went upstairs to their share recording studio.
staring at the empty room, he really doesn't have a motivation to write something since he used to write with harry about their love story. should he just entertain himself by watching movies? scroll through his social medias? cook or bake something?
then something clicked in his mind. the puzzles! louis quickly stood up to find the puzzle.
with a smile, he took out a large box and dusted it off. "how could i forget about this?" he said to himself as he carried the box to their living room.
he took a duster and cleaned it properly, brushing of the dust, he coughed a little.
after cleaning the box, he opened it slowly and smiles. "finally, something to keep me busy," he whispered to himself and looks at the large disassembled puzzle of a tiny and a large bird facing each other inside the huge box.
louis felt nostalgic. when they were still dating back then, they used to stay up all night just to assemble the 10000 puzzle pieces. sadly, they didn't finish because of how huge amount of pieces it is. life became busy and they never got the chance to assemble it again.
there were a lot of puzzle pieces inside the box. louis took it and started to assemble trying to remember the place of its pieces.
after ten minutes of trying, he did assemble the first row and felt proud of himself. "hey harold! i..." letting the words die down, he stops speaking immediately. he realized that he's alone. no harry styles in sight.
"who am i kidding? what would he say if i keep assembling this puzzle? what am i, a kid?" louis whispered to himself. returning the puzzle in the box carefully, he closes it.
louis looked around the big living room. he stared at the box for a minute and kept thinking. not a second later, "aish, who cares about what he says? i'm finishing this puzzle!"
and so, louis did. that's what he was doing for the whole day as he started singing with his beautiful voice while assembling the puzzle.
night came and louis didn't get to assemble it all, he just assembled up to 3928 pieces. but that's okay for him to do this alone, he's quite fast.
he felt already tired assembling the puzzle and started fixing the mess he made. he placed the box along with some other boxes.
louis proceeded to the kitchen, "what should i cook?" he whispered to himself. well, harry always eats anything i'd make. he laughed at the thought. harry isn't a picky person. he's contented in what he has and this time, when they got married, be wanted to make louis the happiest person ever. that's what he said.
by working hard, buying a large house and always working non-stop, louis was already contented with a small house as long as he can stay with harry and be with him for a long time. but things didn't work out that way. sometimes, even louis felt guilty on making harry work.
his husband doesn't want him to be tired when he works because louis doesn't sleep when he's working on something he wants to finish. the reason why he never liked to be alone is that because of the silence. the quietness of the whole house is making him feel uncomfortable and it makes him feel more alone.
being the only one in the house suffocates him. louis is a cheerful and talkative person, silence is his worst enemy.
it was already 7 in the evening after he finished cooking, there's no point of waiting for his husband to arrive, so he left some food for him to eat and left a cute small sticky note on top saying, eat this dinner that i've made. you've worked hard :)x
