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The next morning Louis wakes up on Harry's chest, stretching his body out a little bit as he watches the way the curtains are slightly moving from the force of the fan, his eyes squinted from the bright sun shining through the white material.

"You're awake." Harry says, running a hand over Louis's back, "Finally."

"Time is it?" Louis mumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, then running a hand through his hair.

"Uh," Harry turns to look at the clock on the nightstand, "11."

"What? Harry! I have work at 12! Jesus christ." Louis says, quickly getting out of bed. As soon as he stands up he winces, placing a hand on his lower back, "Fuck." He mutters, face scrunched in pain.

Harry chuckles, getting out of the bed and walking towards Louis, wrapping an arm around his waist from the back and then pressing his lips to his ear, "Stay, yeah? Call in, get that girl to work for you, tell her.." Harry moves his hand over Louis's, well his, shirt and pinches Louis's nipple in his two fingers, "Tell her you have plans forgot about," Harry says, licking at the shell of Louis's ear, then making his way down Louis's neck, kissing at his sweet spot.

"No, Harry, fuck." Louis moans, resting his head back on Harry's shoulder, "I have- I gotta go to job, babe, let off, I'll be back in a few hours, it's- oh fuck, its not a long shift." Louis tries, but its hard when Harry starts to rub his fingers over Louis's hole, the pad of them catching everytime he moves, "Harry, oh god." Louis whimpers, "Please."

"I'll let you go to work." He grins, removing himself from Louis and plopping down on the bed, "Just don't be long okay? Or well, you can't help it, but you know."

Louis huffs, rolling his eyes at Harry before moving to grab an extra pair of work clothes and panties he keeps in a drawer over at Harry's. He can't wait to move in. He hates the back and forth.

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"Louis! How are you, mate?" A voice says. Louis doesn't want to look up, he already knows the voice. It's Zac. This can't be happening.

Louis clears his throat and looks up at him, "Welcome to Winona Café, what can I get for you?"

"What about..A short cup of you?" Zac says and it pisses Louis off. He only wants Harry to make rude comments about his height.

"Sorry, sold the last one to my boyfriend, Harry Styles, anything else?" He snaps, glaring at Zac.

"Oh thats still a thing?" Zac chuckles, "He's old, just using you for sex, thats all men want, isn't that right Louis?"

Louis clenches his jaw, "I'm a man, its not all I want." He says, setting his hands down on the counter, tapping his fingers.

"You know what I meant." Zac says, "But really, I'm sorry about what I did, I was a dumb asshole." He says, shaking his head, "I was an idiot in high-school, and Im sorry you got hit by it."

Louis just nods. He doesn't care anymore, "Its fine, but really, what do you want?"

"Uh, well, they hired me." Zac says, gesturing to his uniform, "I worked yesterday but you..."

Louis tunes out, only staring off before he just walks away, at the same time the door opens and Harry walks in. Louis pushes past him, not even realizing that its him when he says, "Sorry sir."

Harry glances at Zac with a deadly look, "I swear to god- jesus." He snaps, "If you did something I will fucking beat you, got it?"

"Is that a threat?" Zac ponders.

"Bet your ass it is." Harry says sharply before walking away and rushing to the back of the building, where he finds Louis in his car, his forehead on the steering wheel.

Harry sighs and opens the passenger door, only causing Louis to jump and shout, "What the fuck- Harry! What- You can't fucking do that? Why would you do that? God you're a fucking asshole." He cries, gripping onto his wheel and crying into it.

"Louis." Harry says softly, reaching over to pull him to him, but Louis jerks out of his touch.

"Don't touch me, Harry, don't you dare." He says brokenly.

Harry nods, understanding that Louis is upset. He's going to stay with him though, always going to stay with him.

They sit for a while, Louis crying his eyes out, Harry humming sweetly to him, only for Louis to tell him to shut the hell up.

"Why didn't you stay?" Louis cries, "Why couldn't you have just stayed." He sobs, "Why didn't you love me enough, Why wasn't I enough?"

"Louis, no,no baby, you were- you are enough, I was stupid, its my fault, please don't blame yourself, baby it had nothing to do with you or-"

"It has everything to do with me!" Louis cries, "You left me, You told me that you didn't love me."

Harry looks at Louis with sad eyes and nods slowly, "Baby, the problem wasn't you, I know the situation included you, but the problem wasn't you, it was me. I was a fool, I was trying to look out for you but instead all I did was hurt you, and god Louis, every fucking day in that prison I cried, I hated myself, I hated all the guilt I had. I would always ask myself, 'If it was the right thing, then why do I feel so guilty?', And I still think about it, I'll never forgive myself for doing that to you."

Louis stops cryings as hard, staring out of the windshield, "I'm just scared you will actually think the things you said to me." He whispers, swallowing and then looking down at his hands, "Im scared I won't be enough for you."

Harry reaches over and takes Louis's hand in his own, "You will always be enough for me, I'm never letting you go."

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