“Yea, but the lads and I thought a visit to you was needed…” he explained. “Lou, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Japan?” you answered back. You ran to the door with your wet hair dripping onto the floor and your dry shirt. You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard a knock at the door. “Just a second!” you yelled, rushing to pull on your shorts and tshirt. You wished he would call or text, but he never did. Messed up isn’t it? You yearned for the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces. You wished he was home to hold you in his arms and comfort you. Your heart still ached for him and you still cried yourself to sleep every night. It had been 5 days since you had talked to Harry. How had things gotten so messed up in a week? Zayn walked out of the room and I began to cry. It was all I had left of her and I wasn’t ready to let it go. Sighing, I laid back down and squeezed the stuffed bear she had sent me last week. I sat up and grabbed my phone, hoping to see that she had texted or called. “Don’t say her name.” I sternly told Zayn with tears in my eyes. “Just making sure your ok.I know it’s been rough since.” “You do know that I can’t sleep when you constantly check on me.” I said to Zayn. He’s barely gotten any this week.” Louis voice says through the phone. “He’s doing it again…” Zayn tells the other members of the band. “Should I wake him up?”
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