Sta.sh
The next morning Louis raised his body up in his bed, looking around at El next to him.
He made sure she was absolutely asleep before sliding quietly out of the bed.
He quickly threw on a zipped up Superman hoodie and pulled out a drawer slightly.
He took out a pencil and a notebook.
He wrote swiftly and tapped slightly on the paper.
He did this when he had to stop and find a way to word what he was trying to say.
He also did this to keep looking back at Eleanor to make sure she wasn't awake.
Finally, he finished the note.
He didn't pull the note off of the notebook, he only left it attached to the book.
He set the pencil down carefully on the book.
After that, he slowly crept out of the door.
Te crisp air hit him like a knockout punch.
"I got to find Zayn." Louis breathed, shifting his gaze to look all around.
He started to walk.
Suddenly, Louis remembered that he didn't know where Zayn lived.
"God d**m it." Louis put his head in his left hand, before getting an idea.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Zayn's number.
The picture fo Zayn showed up on his screen, as it did when he called him.
The picture made Louis melt.
He hadn't seen Zayn in over 4 months.
He needed to see him.
He needed to be with him.
Now.
The phone rang and rang for a minute.
"Come on babe, pick up pick up." Louis pleaded.
Suddenly, the thick accent was heard through the phone.
"Louis?" Zayn asked.
Louis could hear Zayn's voice get higher and his dreams stitch back together.
"Yeah babe. Listen. I'm so sorry about all of this. I really, really need to talk to you." Louis breathed worryingly.
Zayn gave Louis the directions as he quickened his pace to a jog.
Soon, Zayn's driveway was in view and Louis sprinted to get the last few inches ahead of him, behind him.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and knocked on the door.
He shoved his hands in his pockets as his teeth began to chatter at the cold.
Zayn creaked the door open and his eyes widened at the sight of Louis smiling back at him.
"Babe..." Zayn breathed, like he had nothing else to say.
Louis had nothing to say either.
Zayn was a wreck.
His hair was still perfect, but his eyes had bags hanging from them.
His apartment was clean.
But only a little.
Louis inched forward to give Zayn a hug, but Zayn rushed to Louis's face and kissed him.
His lips pushed into Louis's.
Louis's lips pushed into Zayn's, deepening the kiss.
Zayn pulled away as he took Louis by the hand, out of the cold.
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