6:58 a.m. That was what the flashing red light on the alarm clock in Harry’s bedroom read. Usually Louis always called and now he was growing more worried and restless than he’d felt a majority of the night. He’d stayed up, despite a few attempts to fall asleep, he simply couldn’t bring his brain to a halt. The worrying and possible guilt of sleeping when Louis may have needed him beginning to eat away at him. Louis was going out - he knew that much, and he could only assume it was for another round of PR stunt like activities - he knew it was just that. But they typically always checked in with one another, and to not come back, as expected four hours earlier then it currently was only had Harry assuming the worst. He couldn’t stand to be in his bedroom anymore, all he did was stare at the spot beside him and wish Louis were in it, and that made him feel even more unsettled. Scrambling for his phone, which was buried beneath a few pillows, he scanned the screen to see if he’d received any phone calls, texts, maybe even an email from Louis. But alas, there was nothing that he wanted to see. A few notifications from Twitter and a few spammy emails, which he immediately deleted. “Where are you?” He huffed, his lips pursing as he tossed his phone back down against the mattress. He’d left a few voicemails, and sent a number of texts to Louis’ phone throughout the now twelve hour gap of time since he’d last seen him. It was more like 11 missed calls, and if he’d taken the time to count it was probably around 27 messages just begging for Louis to tell him that he was safe. As he pushed himself off of the mattress, he slipped his feet into a pair of slippers that he’d bought for Louis and made his way towards the front entryway, sprawling across one of the chaise lounge chairs as he awaited for his boyfriend.