“B-but you can’t just leave,” Harry stammers, panic rising in his chest. “This is our apartment. Our stuff. What about your–” “I’ve taken everything I care to take,” Louis says, his voice bone-chillingly even. “You can have the rest, I don’t want it.”

“So what’s the schedule for today then?”

“Shut the fuck up, Louis,” Zayn huffs, giving him a quick hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Harry murmurs, rubbing their noses together. “It means a lot, having you here with me.”  “Where else would I be?”

“I didn’t want to be found.”  “It’s my greatest regret,” Harry says. “Giving up on you, not fighting for you. I should have never stopped looking for you. But then you found me, Louis.”  “We found each other,” Louis corrects.

“Raspberry cosmo for the birthday girl.”

“It never goes out of style,” Harry says, picking up the mug of tea and blowing on it.

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“Where were we, Zaynie?”

he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York,

He’s a thirty-one year old man,