Louis follows after Harry, not wanting him to leave and knowing that if he leaves Harry'll be gone for good. "Fuck, Harry, wait," Louis calls as they weave their way through his backyard and towards the driveway. 

He sees the porch door slide open and Taylor emerges. Harry storms past the gate just as Taylor intercepts Louis. "What is going on," Taylor hisses as she steps in front of him. Louis glances over her shoulder and watches as Harry disappears. 

"Get off of me," Louis snaps as he pushes past Taylor and starts towards his house. Anger bubbles inside of him. Who is she to stop Louis? He could've missed his chance with Harry. If only he could've caught up to him. 

"Hey, you don't get to be pissy at me," Taylor snaps back. Louis turns to look at her, ready for a fight. 

"Don't fucking disrespect me. This is my fucking house and you are a guest," Louis replies sharply back at her. He watches as fury fills her blue eyes. 

"I raised your fucking kids while you were throwing a pity party. Look around Louis, who's the real fucking guest here," Taylor responds sharply back. 

Her response sends red around the corners of Louis' vision. There are a thousand different things he's ready to say but he can't bring himself to say any of them. His heart hammers in his chest as he stares at her hard. Angrily, he heads to the kitchen to find his keys, but they're not where he left them. 

"Louis, what are you doing," Eleanor asks as she emerges into the living room. Louis spares her a glance as he starts his way around the room in an attempt to find his keys. 

"Being a little bitch, that's for a start," Taylor adds. Louis turns on her. Who invited her? What the fuck is she still doing in his house? This is his house. She has no right to act like this here. She has no right to even speak to Louis. 

Louis shakes his head. He doesn't have time for this. He needs to talk to Harry. "Where the fuck are my keys," Louis curses as he digs through every drawer in the kitchen. 

His hands pass over sticky notes, pens, utensils of various kinds, and a thousand other things that aren't his keys. Where are the keys? He needs to leave now if he's going to catch up with him. Where could they be? Fuck. Dammit. 

"Louis just stop and take a breath for God's sake, what's going on?" Eleanor's voice snaps Louis away from his thoughts for only a moment. His blue eyes spare a look in her direction and he notices the drawers next to her. Maybe they're in there. 

"Louis slept with Harry last night and Harry just drove off," Taylor explains. 

He only barely hears what Taylor says as he goes digging through the drawer next to Eleanor. Why do they have so much fucking stuff? Angrily, he starts picking stuff up out of the drawer and hurling it to the ground. Maybe if all this shit wasn't in the way he could find his goddamn keys. 

"Where the fuck are my keys," Louis whispers, except there's a sadness in his voice. He glances at the empty drawer and releases his keys are lost. He can't find his keys and without his keys, he can't get to Harry. Without Harry, he's hopeless.

All at once, it feels like he's hit a wall. His emotions are too overwhelming and he crumbles to the ground, tears staining his cheeks. Louis' chest hurts and it's hard to breathe and this is the worst pain he's been in in a long time. He just needs his keys. Maybe his keys could help. 

"God, Louis," Eleanor cries as she bends down next to him. Louis feels her arms wrap around him and the warmth of her body next to him, but all his mind can focus on are his keys. Shut up, shut up, shut up. 

"It's okay, Louis, I got you. Just let it out, alright," A voice whispers to him. Slowly, the urgency of the keys starts to dissolve and the feeling of being empty settles into his head. As the last thoughts drip from his brain a comforting blanket of sleep drapes across his shoulders. 

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Harry glances up at the house in front of him. Home. Yellow/white paint coats the walls, while a bright white color covers the front porch. The house has a giant circular porch that sits the right of the red front door. He smiles as he sees a pair of old boots by the front door and the muddy welcome mat. 

Sure of his decision, Harry takes a step forward and opens the door. It's never locked. What's the point of locking the door when their closest neighbors are a miles away? The kitchen and the living room smell of warm cookies and cinnamon as Harry steps inside. Just like it always does. 

Daisy comes trotting up to him and barks happily at Harry as he kneels down to scratch her ear. "Hi," Harry whispers to her as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. Sighing, Harry continues to his bedroom. 

He stops as he opens the door and sees Sam laying in their bed reading a book. He wears a gray shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. His hair is ruffled from his mid-afternoon nap but Harry's heart swells anyway. 

"Harry," Sam whispers quietly. Harry gives him a small nod as he drops his bags to the floor. The book falls from Sam's hands as he jumps out of bed to bring Harry into a tight hug. 

"I missed you," Harry sighs into Sam's neck. Sam squeezes him harder, but Harry doesn't care. The feeling of Sam's arms around him are strong and sure, just as Harry is about his decision. 

"You're back," Sam says as he pulls Harry away just enough to look at his face. The guilt of what Harry has to tell him weighs Harry down, but he has to do this. 

"Yeah," Harry replies softly. "Listen, there's some stuff we have to talk about first." Harry watches as Sam's face falls a little and his heart shatters. He loves Sam so much and this is the last thing he wants. He doesn't want to see him in pain, but he knows he's about to put him through so much of it. 

"Okay, yeah, let's... talk," Sam responds as he takes a step back from Harry. Harry shakes his head and pulls Sam back towards him. 

"I'm sorry for everything. I am, God, I messed up so much. I will never stop apologizing to you for what I've done. But, I made my choice. Of course, I have so much I need to tell you and apologize for too, but I think you should know my decision," Harry apologizes. Sam looks at him, his eyebrows furrowed. Harry takes a deep breath, knowing that what he's about to say is final and definite. 

"Okay, what have you decided," Sam asks. 

Harry looks at him and then says, "I want to get married to you as soon as possible." 

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Hey guys! There's only TWO chapters left!! What do you think will happen?? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B