(A/N: This is genuinely just a filler chapter...but you get to see into Harry's thoughts a bit! Woop woop.)

Harry sat in his window seat on the silent plane, holding Louis close against his side while he watched the dark clouds from out of his window.

Almost everyone else was asleep on the plane, but Harry was wide awake.

He was thinking about his family, how he'd seen them, last, months ago and was missing them like crazy. About Louis' mum, who wasn't acting like herself and was scaring Louis, how she was supposedly in an abusive relationship.

He thought about that Eleanor girl, about how she's been seen everywhere. At almost every single show, constantly in his dms, he always see's her from the corner of his eye. At the store, on the street, at restaurants.

He should get a bodyguard.

It's like she's fallowing him, or Louis. Maybe both.

He thinks over Zayn and Liam's relationship.

He knows that Zayn is in deep, he falls too fast too quickly.

And Liam is just his type.

Liam, on the other hand, Harry doesn't know much about.

He's such a kind, caring and funny man, and he seems perfectly compatible with Zayn.

He'll cave his chest in if he hurts Zayn, however, because Zayn is like a brother.

But it's the little things that make Harry suspect that Liam likes Zayn in a not so friendly way.

The little caresses, holding softly onto the small of Zayn's back as they walk or talk, running his fingers down his arm, fixing his hair when it gets out of place, hugging him a lot longer than the others when they part ways.

And the looks - the longing, adoring, caring, and even lustful stares Liam gives Zayn. Probably without even realizing it.

Zayn is definitely oblivious to it.

Maybe that's how Harry looks at Louis?

With so much love and adoration for the boy.

No, he looks at him so much more earnestly, so much more deeply, and passionately than anyone else could ever look at a person.

He's sure of it.

Thinking about Louis again, he realizes that the blue eyed sassy boy still isn't fully his.

Neither of them had talked about the whole 'not being official yet' thing since Liam and Zayn first mentioned it a few hours ago.

How should Harry ask him? Should it be a big deal? Should he just casually ask Louis to be his boyfriend?

When they first shared their 'I love you's,' it was perfect. He didn't want those words to be shared to each other for the first time any other way.

Maybe he should ask Louis out on a date and then ask? Do they go on enough dates?

What if Louis expected to go on more dates with Harry?

What if he doesn't actually want to be thrown into the spotlight with the paparazzi and fans, so he doesn't want to go on a lot of dates and Harry would only make it worse by asking Louis out.

What if-

"Daddy?" He heard someone whisper from beside him.

He looked down at Louis, to see the boy staring back up at him, rubbing one of his eyes sleepily with his fist.

He smiled softly up at Harry when he saw the man look at him.

Harry returned the tender look, bringing the hand that wasn't wrapped around Louis, the one that had previously been resting on the boys thigh, and brushed his fridge so it wasn't all over the place. He left his hand resting on Louis' cheek, running his thumb soothingly over the soft and delicate cheekbone.

"Hi, baby," he whispered in reply, "You sleep okay, love?"

Louis nodded, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder, "What were you thinking about, Hazzy?"

Harry smiled at Louis, kissing his forehead, then his nose, "I was just thinking about-" he leaned in closer to whisper even quieter into Louis' ear, "-Liam and Zayn."

It wasn't the full truth, but Harry didn't want to share all of his thoughts with Louis right now.

Louis giggled, covering his mouth with one of his small hands that Harry loved so much.

"I think Liam likes Zayn back, Hazzy. I'm sure of it."

The two of them looked at the back of Liam and Zayn's heads, who were sitting right in front of them.

Harry nodded in agreement, "I think so, too, sweetheart."

They both giggled quietly, sharing a few discreet pecks on each other's lips, before they both began to rest, leaning on each other for the warmth and comfort, for the rest of the ride.

-

As soon as their plane had landed and the four of them - including some people from Harry and Zayn's team, were off, now getting their bags from inside the airport - Louis got a call from Niall.

"Hey, Ni, everything okay?" He asked, plugging his free ear with his hand.

"Yeah, bud, I'm just calling to give a wee update on yer mum."

Louis laughed internally at Niall's thick irish accent, a sign that he was sleepy.

"Is it bad?" He asked anxiously.

"Not too bad, no," Niall started, "It is alarming, but nothing I can really do about it."

Louis nodded pointlessly, looking around for Harry, before walking over to the man who was now picking up his suitcase and back pack, handing them to a man.

"We were watching some good ol' telly, me your mum and her boyfriend Devin, when I glanced over at the two. Your mum was leaning against him, but she looked uneasy and was really fidgety. He also had his arm around her neck, and I could see that where he was holding her shoulder was white from the grip."

Louis shuttered at the thought of his mom in an uncomfortable situation like that.

Harry noticed, and immediately wrapped his arms around Louis from behind, hugging him tightly around the waist, his head rested on Louis' shoulder.

Louis relaxed at the touch and comfort he got from Harry, leaning against the man as he he listened to Niall.

"Devin hasn't left once since I've been here, and he's basically kept your mum attached to his hip, though she looks tired and done with him. Almost fearful."

"Thank you, Niall. For keeping me updated and for staying with them. Please make sure nothing serious happens to her, please?" Louis pleaded.

"Of course, Lou. I'd never want Jay getting hurt," Niall said sincerely, making Louis smile softly.

"Alright, Ni, I'm trusting you," Louis scolded lightly, only half joking, "now get some sleep."

He heard Niall's comforting, yet annoying as fuck, laugh from the other side of the phone, "Yes, mum. I'll see you before you know it, yeah?"

Louis chuckled, "Yeah, I'll see you, Ni. Goodnight, I love you. Stay safe, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course," Niall promised, "Love you too, bud. Bye bye."

"Bye."

The call ended, so Louis pocketed his phone, ignoring all of the annoying paparazzi taking pictures and videos of them, shouting out questions to both of them from a surprisingly respectful distance.

He turned around in Harry's arms, wrapping his own arms around Harry's neck, hiding his face in the man's neck as he breathed out frustratedly.

He was very worried for his mum.

"What did he tell you, baby?" Harry asked against Louis' hair, kissing his head soothingly as his big hands rubbed at Louis' back and sides.

Louis told Harry what Niall had told him, before they were all being rushed out of the airport after the paparazzi got closer, trying to swarm them.

They were rushed into a car, before they were being driven off.

It was only Harry and Louis in the car, while Liam and Zayn ended up in a different car.

Suddenly, Harry's phone was ringing with an unknown number.

He reached into his pocket, trying to decline it as he simultaneously tried to put his seatbelt on.

He cursed quietly when he accidentally answered it instead, he held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked into it.

There was no response at first, but then there was a quiet shuffling from the other end of the phone.

"I know your password."

The voice was so familiar, but Harry didn't know where it was from.

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, pulling the phone away for a second to look at the number that he didn't recognize at all.

"Who is this? What password?" He asked firmly.

There was a giggle from the other end, before the line went dead.

Harry pulled the phone away again, staring at it in confusion with furrowed brows.

"Who was it?" Louis asked worriedly, placing a hand on Harry's thigh.

Harry shook his head, "dunno. They said they 'knew my password,' but I'm not sure what they were talking about."

"Hmm," Louis hummed, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry felt on edge the rest of the ride, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

He knew that voice, he was sure of it.

But from where, was the question.