(A/N: ADHD is kicking me in the ass with all this procrastination. Like, I've been writing this chapter since before I published the last one so that I could post it quickly, but I ended up writing a little bit, then I'll write a few more sentences a day or so later, and so on, so now it's been basically a week since I last posted an update. And I do the same thing with my smut book called One Direction One Shots [Definitely not a self promo]. Like I literally have only 5 out of like 24 parts published because I always procrastinate in writing them...anyway, go read my smut shots if you want to 🤠. K bye.)

Louis woke up that night to a cold bed.

He lifted his head up, looking around for Harry.

He wasn't in the bed.

He looked around the hotel room dejectedly, wondering where Harry could have gone in the middle of the night, when he saw the bathroom lights on through the cracks in the door.

Relief flooded through his body, but then he got worried again when he heard the shower running.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, taking the blankets off of his naked body, walking across the room to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, pressing his ear against it.

"Hazza?" He called.

He heard what sounded like a sniffle, so he knocked again.

"Haz, love, are you okay?" There was no response, so Louis opened the door, his heart breaking at the sight.

Harry was in the shower, shampoo still visible in the back of his hair as the water rained down on him from the front.

He was sitting on the floor of the shower, his legs pulled up to his chest, his face pushed between his knees, his hands pulling at his hair.

Louis ran up to Harry, climbing into the shower with him from behind, pulling him into his chest so that Harry's back was rested against Louis.

"Oh, baby," Louis said sadly, running his hands over Harry's arms.

He caged Harry in with his legs, bracketing the man's legs with his own.

He rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.

"What's the matter, my love?" Louis asked quietly, kissing at the bend of where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

Harry sobbed loudly, leaning his head against Louis' shoulder, his face contorted in pain.

"I was supposed to s-see my family to-tommorow, but my manager called and told m-me that he cancelled their flight because th-they would be a distraction to my work," he cried pathetically, pulling at his hair in frustration.

Louis bit his lip, hating the sound of Harry crying.

He wanted to beat the shit out of Harry's management.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry," he said quietly.

He took Harry's hands from his hair, bringing them down to hold onto them tightly.

"That was a shitty thing of your manager to do. We can go skype call them if you'd like? I know that it isn't anywhere close to being the same, baby, but you'll get to see their faces and hear their voices, right?" Louis suggested lamely.

Harry nodded weakly, sniffling loudly.

Louis could feel the warm tears on his neck, contrasting from the cold water spraying down on them.

"I'm sorry I woke you, Lou," Harry said miserably.

"Oh, baby, don't be sorry. I wish you woke me sooner, honey. I would have been there to comfort you sooner."

Harry nodded again, "I didn't mean to start crying like this. Once the call ended, I was just going to take a shower to forget about it, but I just lost it."

Louis kissed the side of Harry's face, "baby. You don't need to explain yourself, alright? Please wake me up the next time, okay? I don't want you to be alone when you're hurting."

Harry nodded, turning around to bury his face in Louis' neck, cuddling into his chest.

Louis wrapped his arms around Harry tightly, holding onto the currently broken man in his arms.

He picked the both of them up, with strength that he seemingly pulled out of his arse, and turned the shower off.

He grabbed the towel that was resting on the bathroom counter to wrapped around Harry's body, patting him dry as he walked the two of them out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as he passed.

He set Harry down at the side of the bed, patting his arms dry before moving to the man's chest, his stomach, his butt.

Then, he knelt down on the floor on one knee, beginning to pat his legs dry.

"Spread you legs a bit, love," he said quietly.

Harry moved his legs apart a bit, so that Louis could pat his thighs dry, before moving onto his dick, carefully drying it.

He then pressed a kiss to the shaft of the placcid dick, causing Harry to shiver and groan, before he stood up again, smirking softly at the blush on Harry's face.

He dried Harry's hair as best as he could, the shower having rinsed the rest of the shampoo out when Harry had turned around in Louis' arms.

Then, he turned the lamp on that was right next to him on the bed side table.

He patted Harry's bum, "get into the covers, sweet cheeks. I don't want you getting sick from the cold."

Harry nodded, climbing into the blankets.

He watched Louis dry his own body, and shuddered, barely surpressing a moan when Louis turned around, bending down to dry his feet, his pink hole peeking out from between his cheeks, not even meaning to tease Harry.

It was taunting Harry.

Louis walked to the bathroom quickly, setting the towel back onto the counter, before he grabbed Harry's laptop from his bag, bringing it to bed with him as he climbed in next to his lover.

"Alright, love. You wanna call your family?"

Harry nodded, gratefully taking the laptop from Louis.

He turned it on and immediately went to Skype.

Louis saw multiple contacts, including his own, but Harry clicked on the one that said "mum🦅❤️"

Louis chuckled, "why is there an eagle emoji, love?" He asked Harry.

Harry giggled shyly, as the call rang, "I read somewhere that the name 'Anne,' means eagle. Which is my mum's name."

As Harry finished talking, the call picked up, and Harry's mum and sister appeared on the screen.

"Mum! Gem!" Harry said excitedly, grabbing onto Louis' hand in excitement.

Louis just rested his head on Harry's shoulder, looking up at the man fondly.

"Hi, my baby!" Anne's voice rang out. 

"Hi, Harold!" Gemma yelled.

Harry groaned in mock annoyance, "it's not Harold, Gem."

Louis laughed quietly, along with Anne and Gemma.

"I see you have company," Anne teased.

Louis looked at the screen then, blushing upon being mentioned by Anne fucking Twist.

"Yeah," Harry grinned, "This is Louis, mum."

Louis smiled back, "Hello!"

"Hi Louis!" Gemma said loudly, "You're all Harry ever talks about, I hope you know!"

Harry and Louis blushed as Anne lightly scolded the woman.

"We've heard a lot about you," She started, glaring playfully at Gemma, "it's nice to finally sort of meet you."

Louis chuckled, "All good things, I hope. It's good to meet you, too, Anne, Gemma."

They started an easy conversation. Though, Louis tried to stay out of it as much as he could. Harry hadn't seen his family in months, he didn't want to ruin the moment for his boy.

They talked for who knows how long, because after around an hour, Louis ended up drifting off to sleep against Harry's shoulder.

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He woke up at next morning, being cradled in Harry's warm embrace.

He stared at Harry's beautiful face, getting lost in it.

He didn't even realize Harry had opened his eyes and began starring back at Louis.

Suddenly, Harry said in an impossibly, exaggerated deep voice, "Morning, whore."

Louis yelped, jumping away from Harry in fear.

Harry started laughing loudly, while Louis huffed and slapped Harry on the shoulder.

Harry pulled Louis back into his chest, turning onto his back so that Louis was laying on top of him.

Louis hugged the man tightly, but punched his side since he was still annoyed.

Harry squeaked, moving away from Louis' hand.

"Guess where we're flying to tonight, Lou bear?"

Louis lifted himself up with his arms, bracketing them on either side of Harry's neck, "Where, babe?"

"Detroit."

Louis hummed, smiling, before leaning down to peck Harry's lips repeatedly.

Harry tried to deepen the kiss by licking over Louis' lip, but Louis wasn't having any of it.

He pulled away, "uh, uh, uh, you brush your teeth first, gross-o."

Harry grinned up at him with crinkly eyes, his little bunny teeth that Louis loved so much showing.

Louis was supposed to be mad at Harry, but instead, he pouted in admiration, leaning down to kiss Harry on the forehead, before he got off of him to go brush his teeth in the bathroom.

Harry joined him, and the two of them brushed their teeth together.

Louis ended up shoving the toothbrush into Harry's mouth slightly, making Harry choke.

He ended up with foamy toothpaste all over his face from Harry kissing it over and over everywhere, just to get back at him.

They finished getting ready, aside from putting any clothes on, before Louis began looking around for his phone.

He looked under clothes and in the bed sheets, but couldn't find it.

Then, he looked under the bed, moving from where he was sitting on it to lay in his stomach, moving himself to where his head was peaking under the bed.

He felt a hard slap on his ass, which made him yell an "ow!"

He heard Harry's laugh ring out through the room.

He found his phone, though.

He sat up with his phone, realizing that it was dead.

He took Harry's phone off the charger, plugging his own phone in.

Then, as soon as he finished, Harry was pouncing him.

"You've been teasing me since last night, so now I'm going to fuck you into this matress."

Louis moaned out loud, grabbing onto the back of Harry's neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

They kissed hotly, before Harry flipped Louis over, pulling his hips up.

"My handprint looks so good on your arse, baby," Harry hummed, before licking over it.

Louis blushed, hardening quickly at the sweet words.

"Daddy, please," he whimpered, shaking his him for Harry.

"What do you want, princesses?" Harry growled, rubbing his finger over Louis' hole.

"Your cock, daddy. Want you to fill me up."

Harry moaned, "I think I can do that for you, sweetheart."

But before they could do anything else, a phone was ringing, and the two of them looked over at the nightstand, seeing Harry's phone ringing next to Louis' phone.

Harry picked up the phone, answering it without looking at the caller ID, frustrated at having been interrupted.

Louis looked over his shoulder and saw Harry furrow his eyebrows in confusion, pulling the phone away to look at who it was.

"Yeah, he's here...no, he's perfectly fine, why?...ohhhh, his phone died, Niall. I'm sorry for scaring you...yeah, of course I can, one moment."

Harry pulled the phone away from his ear, "it's for you."

Louis took the phone, "Niall?"

He turned on to his back, Harry laying down on top of him.

"Louis!" Niall yelled over the phone, "You gave me a bloody heart attack! Do you know know worried I was when you didn't answer any of my calls or texts?"

Louis felt guilty, "I'm so sorry, Ni Ni, I forgot about it because it was out of site. It had fallen underneath our hotel bed and died sometime, so I didn't know you were calling or anything."

He heard Niall sigh from the other side of the phone, "it's okay, Lou. I understand. I was just worried something had happened to you. But I do have to tell you something important."

"Okay, what is it?" Louis asked nervously.

The tone Niall was using was scarily serious.

"It's about your mum, Louis. I don't know what's going on, but she's not herself."

Louis sat up, pulling Harry up with him.

He moved to where Harry was now against the headboard and Louis was in his lap, "what do you mean, Ni? What's wrong with mum?"

Harry stroked Louis' arms soothingly.

"Well, I went to her house as soon as I had checked up on our apartment and got everything settled.

She answered the door a minute after I knocked, and looked incredibly nervous when she first saw me, but then covered it up with an obviously fake smile.

I've been at her house ever since, telling her that it's because I missed you and wanted to be around someone else who was as familiar as you are. She believed me and, bless her heart, is letting me stay with her for the rest of today."

Louis nodded absentmindedly, picking at his lip, as he listened anxiously to Niall, "But, what have you noticed that's off about her, Ni?"

"Well," Niall started, sighing quietly, "I was asking her how she's been, and she told me as I was still asking that she was doing lovely. She never answers questions quickly like that, especially if I'm still asking it. I asked how you were doing, and she began shifting in her chair uncomfortably.

Then, she told me that you were doing great, and that she misses you coming over to her house. I asked if you guys had at least been calling and texting, and she told me she texts you everyday. Which is obviously not true.

But then, get this, a man came in through the front door suddenly, looking at Jay and I suspiciously, even though we were just sitting at the kitchen counter drinking tea together. She looked scared, Louis. And she got up, frantically explaining to the man who I was. And then, I noticed that there was a bruise on her arm, that was peeking out from under her shirt sleeve. It was huge. And the man was so scary, he also looked disgustingly young. But Lou, I think your mum's in an abusive relationship."

Louis felt like someone had punched him in the gut, and he had to lean his whole weight into Harry's back, choking on a strangled sob as he used his free hand to cover his mouth.

"Louis, that's probably why she's been avoiding you! Because her boyfriend or whatever isn't letting her see anyone! But now that I'm here, he can't do anything since I'll whiteness it."

Louis felt his eyes tearing up at the thought of his mum being in an abusive relationship.

"Niall," he whispered, "please stay there as long as you can."

"I will, Louis. I will. I've been trying to get her to talk all day, but the man is just always looking over our shoulders, it's like he's my shadow now."

"Do you know what his name is?" Louis asked.

"Devin Gonzalez, I think."

Louis thought about the name, thinking something about it was familiar.

"Alright. Thank you, Niall."

They ended their call ten minutes later, and Louis dropped the phone into his lap, covering his face with his hands, sobbing into them.

"Hey, hey," Harry cooed, "everything's going to be alright, love, okay?"

Louis just cried.

"We'll figure out what's up with your mum, okay?"

Louis nodded, crying against Harry.

"I guess we both have fucked up family problems at the moment," Louis joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Harry chuckled sadly in response, kissing Louis on the top of his head.

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you," Louis responded, kissing Harry's neck softly.

They ended up laying in bed for two hours, before they had to get ready and go meet up with Liam and Zayn at a restaurant.

They began dressing, but Louis couldn't help but remember his phone call with Niall.

Surely his mum wasn't in an abusive relationship, right?maybe Niall was reading into this too much.

Maybe he was getting the wrong signals.

He should be happy that his mum is finally dating again.

But he was still freaking out over what Niall had told him.

He was, however, able to forget about it for now. Especially after Harry gave him another one of those eye crinkling, bunny teeth smiles that he loved so much.

And he was able to capture it in a picture that he immediately posted to instagram

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LouisStyles28 his bunny teeth 🥺🥺 they're one of my most favoritest things in this world.

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