You know how Directioners say they wanna braid Harry's hair and just talk about Louis all day? Well, that was my inspiration for this story. Hope you like it.
Harry sat alone on the couch, notknowing what to do with himself. He didn't know he would be thisdepressed. Louis had left him that morning for an urgent familymatter and wouldn't be back for several days.
''It's only four days, Haz," he toldhim, cupping Harry's chin with his hand. He kissed him sweetly onthe lips. ''You can call me anytime."
"I'm gonna miss you, Lou," hewhispered, a tear falling from his cheek.
Louis wiped away the tear gently withhis thumb. ''You'll be okay. I love you." he said, stepping outthe door to walk over to his car.
"Love you, too," he frowned,watching him walk away from the doorway.
Louis couldn't bear to see hisboyfriend like this, but he had to go. Management wouldn't let Louisbring Harry along, as much as he put up a fight about it. And heknew that the more they fought it, the more management fought back. So they had to be careful.
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My P.O.V. (Cassie, Harry's friend)
I was sitting at home in my apartmentwatching the telly when my cellphone rang. ''Hello?" I answered onthe second ring.
''Cassie, can you come over?" said asad, but familiar voice. It was Harry Styles. "I'm really missingLou tonight. I could use your company," he said. He explained toher that he would be gone for a few days and he was having a hardtime.
''Of course, Harry. I'll be over in 15minutes," I said. I had been friends with Harry since middleschool. We used to talk about boys together since Harry also enjoyedthat kind of thing. Girls loved him for that.
Harry knew that I used to have a crushon Louis before I knew that Louis didn't like girls. So he and Isometimes chatted about Louis together. He knew I would never stealLou away from him, and sometimes Harry needed a girl to talk to. Andthis was one of those nights.
I arrived at his house with Harrylooking like crap. He just looked so upset and his face was stainedwith dried up tears, his eyes red and puffy. ''Oh, Harry, you lookawful," I said, giving him a hug.
''I know. I bet I do," he replied,ushering me in the house.
"So you wanna talk?" I asked. Icould secretly talk about Louis all day, so I was glad when he saidyes. We both climbed onto Harry's queen-sized bed. Harry curled upinto a fetal position.
I thought I should try to get him tosmile, so I thought of a funny memory to get him laugh. "Hey,Harry. Remember that one time when it was Louis's birthday and beforehe went to blow out the candles, you smashed the cake in his face?"
It did just the trick. I saw thecorners of Harry's lips slowly rise up into a smile. "Yeah. Andhe just laughed and chased me with his face full of frosting, tryingto rub it all over my face."
I laughed. "You two were prettyfunny."
''And then," Harry said, rememberingmore, "he kissed me and then we started licking the icing off ourfaces," he laughed again. "That was a birthday to remember."
''I knew that would make you smile,"I laughed.
''Aw, shut up," he looked away,embarrassed.
"Harry, your hair's a mess. Could Ibrush it for you?" I asked.
Harry just shrugged. "Do whateveryou want. Nothing matters when Louis's not here," he said, buryinghis face in a pillow.
"Okay, but you'll have to sit up,"I told him.
He begrudgingly got up so I could reachhis hair. His hair was so soft and fluffy, with little wavescascading down his shoulders. It had a nice scent, too. It smelledlike vanilla with a touch of lavender. I ran my fingers through hislocks, careful not to pull on any snags. I noticed there was a brushon the nightstand, and when Harry told me it was his, I started tobrush his hair with it.
''That feels nice," he said, closinghis eyes.
"Tell me more about Louis," I said,hoping to get him smiling again.
He thought about it for a few seconds. "I love his eyes. They're my favorite shade of blue. And in themornings, he always makes sure to make me a cuppa before he getsready for the day. He's always so thoughtful."
"That is really nice of him, Haz. You've got a good catch," I added, continuing to brush his longhair in even, soothing strokes.
I felt Harry's head do a little nod. ''And when I'm sick, he takes really good care of me, getting me whatI need, giving me cuddles."
''Oh, that's so cute. Now you're justmaking me jealous," I said, wishing I had someone to do that within my life.
Harry chuckled. "Sorry. But whatcan I say. That's Lou."
As the time passed, it got to be darkeroutside. "Well, I should be going, Harry. I hope I've cheered youup a little at least?"
''You did, Cassie." He turned tolook at himself in the mirror in front of the bed. "And my hairlooks amazing,'' he said sarcastically, donning a huge smile.
I had brushed his hair so much that itwas huge and poofy. I looked in the mirror and immediately bentover, laughing. ''Well, that's what you get for having wavy hair,"I managed to get out through the laughter. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It felt good," hesaid, leading me to the door. ''Thanks again for coming. HopefullyI won't need you again these next few days."
"Let's hope not," I said. "Seeya."
Harry made it through the next threedays without too much crying. On the fourth day, he heard somethingout the window. It was Louis, coming back to him.
He ran outside to greet him. "I'm soglad you're back, Lou!" He pulled him into a strong, tightembrace.
''Easy, Harry. Don't crush me!" Louis teased. "I take it you missed me?"
"Yeah, but I'm so glad you're back,"Harry smiled. Everything was now put back to normal. He couldbreath easily again.
''I missed you, too, Harry," and theywalked into the house together, their world finally made right again.
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