harry. harry. harry.

that's the only thing that's swirling in louis' mind.

it's been three weeks, two days, five hours, sixteen minutes, and thirty-two seconds since harry left.

...but who's counting?

his phone surprisingly -- and unluckily -- survived the fall, although the screen is badly cracked. modest has been calling him non-stop, but he's been ignoring them.

the only people he has been talking to is perrie, liam, niall, and zayn.

and secretly, danielle.

danielle and louis became really close when her and liam dated.

so when perrie and the other three lads weren't bothering him, he'd talk to danielle.

she's on tour right now, so they just talk on the phone, but he's still glad to have her as a friend.

perrie, liam, zayn, and niall forced louis to take showers, eat regularly (although louis lies about that one), and they even tried to take harry's 'Her' blanket, but louis became absolutely berserk right then and there.

they're not taking harry's blanket.

although it is starting to lose harry's familiar scent, louis can still get faint sniffs of it.

currently, louis was on the couch, holding tightly onto the pink blanket.

a knock on the door caught louis' attention.

he groaned, but got up reluctantly.

he opened the door and was surprised to be met with a pair of green eyes.

"hi, lou."

"hi, anne."

anne gave louis a tight hug. "can i come in?" she asked, backing away.

louis nodded, and let anne enter inside his house.

he missed being able to say 'my and harry's' house, but he knew he would never be able to say it again.

"what are you doing here?" louis asked, even though he knew the topic of conversation.

"it's about you and harry." she said.

"what about us?" louis' voice cracked at the word 'us'.

there is no 'us' anymore, he thought sadly.

"why did he leave? he won't tell me, and i'm his own mum!" she exclaimed, her arms flailing.

louis could hear the hurt in her voice, but decided not to acknowledge it.

"he just packed up and left." louis said, a tear rolling down his cheek.

the first time he has said it out loud.

it sounds worse when he says it out loud.

"oh, dear. i'm so sorry." she said, giving louis another hug.

"it's okay. i'm fine." he lied, giving anne a forced smile.

she gave him a genuine smile back.

they talked about other things for a long time, then anne announced she had to leave.

"goodbye, lou. i hope things with you and hazza work out." she said, giving louis yet another hug.

he smiled. "thank you, anne. i'll talk to you later."

she nodded then walked out of the house he once shared with harry.

he closed the door, slid down it, and started crying for the first time in three weeks, two days, seven hours, thirty-one minutes, and fifty-two seconds.

but again, who's counting?