[Twenty-Five]

                                    

                                          
[Louis]
                          
Louis stands looking nervously at the familiar door in front of him. 
                          
He once lived in this apartment, with his love.
                          
Now he lives on the other side of London, alone. 
                          
He shakes his head, getting rid of the memories they share in this place and knocks on the door, remembering why he came here. 
                          
There's no reply and he waits before knocking again.
                          
"Harry, Harry open the door" He sighs. "Harry I know you're in there". 
                          
"Come on Hazza" he whispers to himself. "Open up". 
                          
He waits a further ten minutes, knocking and knocking before he accepts that Harry isn't going to open the door. 
                          
He sighs and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the familiar key and stroking it softly. 
                          
It's cut in the shape of a dinosaur, with the dinosaur print sticker over it. He still remembers the day that he and Harry went and got these cut together. 
                          
Louis had wanted to get penguins but Harry had wanted dinosaurs. And of course Louis let him get his own way. He never could resist him.
                          
The green print of the key is faded now, the features of the dinosaur old and faded. But he wouldn't get rid of it for anything or anyone. It holds way too many memories. 
                          
He doesn't even know if the key will still fit. For all he knows Harry might have changed the locks. But it's worth a try at least, even if he ends up crying afterwards. 
                          
He sighs before pressing the metal shape to the keyhole, hesitating for a second before pushing it in. 
                          
He hears a click as he turns it and his heart jumps. It still works. 
                          
Louis presses his hand on the sturdy door, pushing it gently as he places his foot on the painted doorstep. 
                          
"Harry love" he says quietly, stepping inside the dark apartment. 
                          
He feels a wave of sadness hit him as he looks at the familiar decor, nothing has changed in the apartment except that now there's a feeling of loneliness hanging around. 
                          
Louis' heart sinks as he spots a small figure in the corner next to the door, and he walks over quickly. 
                          
"Oh Hazza" his voice cracks as he says the boys name, and looks at his tear stained cheeks. 
                          
He looks at the younger mans body, slumped against the wall with his head leaning on the counter beside him. 
                          
"Harry love" Louis whispers, leaning down. 
                          
He sits down between his legs, tilting up Harry's chin so that he can look into his emerald eyes. 
                          
They're glassy, and red around the rims from his tears. 
                          
He looks at Louis with a broken look, his eyes filled with sadness. "What" he whispers back, his voice cracking as he does. 
                          
Louis sighs and looks down, removing his hand. 
                          
"You've seen haven't you" he says, sighing. 
                          
"Harry it's not, it's like, ugh!" He struggles to get his words out, and he stumbles over each syllable. 
                          
"Louis" Harry interrupts him, sitting up. "I get it, you've moved on. It's no crime". He tries to hide his heartbreak, but he can't bring himself to fake a smile.