Dedicated to adriehemmings bc she already read the first part in class to tell me if it was good or not and bc she's a butt

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It was only what felt like hours instead of days that went by before Louis stood before his family in the airport. Harry was there too, of course, though within the short time period of knowing each other Jay already claimed the curly haired boy as "part of the family".

He wasn't sure of it, but Harry could feel something in his chest, whether it be from the kindness from Louis' mum or the fact that Louis was leaving for two weeks. He didn't know which, possibly both. But it suddenly didn't matter any longer once his eyes got caught up with the all too familiar blue ones in front of him.

"Louis," Harry mumbled, and took a step forward, towering over the smaller boy in a hug.

"I'll miss you, love," Louis sighed, and pulled away a bit to look at the younger boy, who just smiled faintly. And his smile just did something to Louis. It made him grin, and feel some type of way.

Louis cupped Harry's cheeks, his forehead pressing lightly against the younger boy's, "That damn smile," he shook his head a bit, "you are such an angel. And I'm going to call you that now. Even if it's cliche," he chuckled, and then leaned forward, kissing Harry gently. Harry kissed back of course, letting his arms naturally wrap around the older boy's waist.

"I'll call everyday and text you too. I think there's a bit of a time difference but I'll figure it out," Louis tilted his head, looking at Harry admiringly, "but don't you forget about me," he smirked jokingly. Harry however, knew that Louis was joking about him forgetting, but still couldn't help but shake his head in protest.

"I won't," he murmured, pecking Louis' lips again. Though as he was about to pull away Louis' hand settled on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. Harry sighed in content, and tightened his grip on the boy's waist, holding him closer to his chest. Louis couldn't help it, and slid his tongue through Harry's lips, tangling his fingers in the ends of his curls.

"My angel," Louis whispered against his lips as he pulled away slightly, though he just ended up kissing him again.

"Louis," the taller boy hummed, pulling away and cupping his boyfriends cheek, "you have to go. They called your flight," he told him, to which Louis frowned, too caught up and distracted by Harry that he didn't notice the announcement.

"Okay," he sighed, and pulled Harry into a hug, holding him tightly and kissing his cheek over and over while the other boy just smiled at the gesture, and kissed Louis' shoulder, as it was the only thing he could reach without interrupting his boyfriend's cheek kisses.

"I'll see you soon," Louis told him, kissing him. And before Harry knew it, Louis was gone.

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"I miss him," Harry whined, cuddling into the corner of the couch, curling his cold toes into the cushion. It had only been a couple of hours since Harry had gotten home, though with Louis on a plane he couldn't text him or smile at the funny pictures he sent him, because he couldn't send any. He went onto his phone anyway and into the camera roll, about to search the suddenly large amount of pictures when he realized the suddenly large amount.

He smiled, seeing that Louis had spammed him with ridiculous, yet cute, pictures of him, and a couple videos, most likely from the span of those last three days. He pressed a video, and played it.

Louis frowns, "What the...?" he asks, "oh shit, I didn't want a video," he mumbles.

Harry can be heard in the background, "What're you doing?" he asks, and Louis looks to the side for a second.

"Nothing, love," he says, and looks back to the camera, "Harry, I'm spamming your phone," he whispers to the device.

The video ended there, and Harry frowned until he found another one.

Louis is once again on the couch, though he flashes the camera at Harry, "Say hi, Harry!" he cheers, "I'm videotaping you love, say hi."

Harry blushes at the camera, mumbling a hello, to which Louis smiles at him, and tilts his head back to kiss the other boy. "You're so cute," Louis tells him, not turning back before the video ends.

Harry chose another video, this time where it was in the kitchen.

Louis is sitting at the counter, Harry's phone slightly hidden as it films the younger boy waiting for his waffles, with his back turned to his boyfriend. Though he turns around, and frowns at the camera. "I don't like pictures of me," he mumbles, and moves out of the way to sit down next to Louis.

Louis just faces the phone towards him, "Why? You're beautiful, love," he insists, leaning forward and kissing Harry when he blushes.

Harry stopped the video, and sighs, forgetting that Louis had even taken those pictures and videos. Though he had barely been on his phone, because he rarely ever was. There was nothing that entertained him on his phone, except for the newfound videos and pictures of his goofy boyfriend, that was worth going on it for. At first the voices in his head started to scold him for being so stupid for not noticing that or anything, though his mother interrupted with a hello, making Harry grateful for her usually bad timing in things.

"Thanks," he mumbled, to which she furrowed her eyebrows, and looked at him confusedly.

"For what, love?" she asked, confused.

"They uh, th-they started talking. But you interrupted, so they uhm, they s-stopped," he told her, hiding his face in his curls. And he didn't notice, but Anne had a sappy smile on her face. Because her son never told her things like that. He used to when he was little and didn't know what they were and why they were "talking" to him, but ever since he had gotten older, around primary school, he stopped telling her things. He didn't say when they were bad or what they tell him to do. He didn't mention them at all unless he was having a real breakdown.

"You're welcome, hun," she paused, "I love you, Harry," she said quietly, and kissed his forehead with a smile before sauntering off into her own room, leaving the boy lost in his thoughts on the couch.

He kept going through the pictures, looking at each one until he found the perfect one, where the blue eyed boy was simply smiling into the camera, and Harry actually remembered when he took it. It was earlier that day at the airport, when Louis hugged his boyfriend from behind. Since his hands were wrapped around Harry's waist to the front he snatched the boys phone from his sweatshirt pocket. He took a photo of himself and trying to take a picture of Harry as well but only succeeding in getting one.

Harry set that one as his lock screen, and turned his phone off, deciding to go up to his room. Before he went to sit on his bed, he saw a book sticking out from under his bed, smiling as he recognized it as his sketchbook. He didn't question as to why it was sticking out, but he bent down and picked it up, opening up to a blank page after taking a look at the old drawings. He grabbed a pencil from his desk, and sat down, hunching over the desk as he got to work.

Not even an hour had passed until he got a text message.

Louis: The view is okay but it'd be better with you

There was a picture attached, with him and Niall, with a view outside the airplane window. Harry instantly blushed, and shook his head at himself, smiling.

Harry: You're cheesy! :)

Louis: I know ;D

Louis: Wyd?

Harry looked down at the things in front of him, though his gaze moved back to his phone when it started ringing. He picked it up, and hit answer before propping it up on his desk against the picture frame. He waited a minute until Louis' face popped up on the screen.

"Harry!" he chirped, and heard Niall say hello in the background.

"Hi Louis, and Niall," he smiled, and wished that he was there, because he saw Louis in his light blue sweatshirt and a beanie stuffed on his head, his feathery hair sticking out in places. Harry just thought that he looked so adorably cute. "Are you allowed to be calling on a plane?" he asked, to which Louis nodded his head.

"What're you doing, love?" he asked.

Harry looked down at what was only the outline of the drawing so far, "Drawing," he answered sheepishly, "I know I told you I liked drawing when we first met but, I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"No, tell me. What were you going to say?"

"W-Well, just that ever since we started hanging out and stuff I just, didn't do it as much at all," Harry told him, "It isn't even that good though so."

Louis smiled, "Send me a picture of one! I bet it's fantastic!" he stated, and waited a second while Harry searched through his book for his favorite sketch from the year before. He then took a picture of it, and sent it to his boyfriend, waiting anxiously for his reaction until he heard the older boy gasp, and told Niall to look at it. "Harry, this is fantastic!" he gushed, coming back on camera.

"Yeah, Harry that's amazing! I can't even draw a stick figure!" Niall butted in.

"No, but seriously! Harry, that's talent right there," Louis told the boy, causing him to blush.

"Thanks, Louis," Harry replied, grinning at his boyfriend, "thanks a lot."