Okay, I would love if you listen to this song because it's the one that inspired Harry's storyline on this fanfic, it's of one of my favorites bands since I was like seven years old, named Keane, and they have a lot of beautiful songs such as this one.

Anyways, it'd be nice if you hear it and you'll probably understand Harry better with it.

This chapter is a bit short, but it was meant to be that way :)

Mag 🦋

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

It's been like four hours since Harry left my house and I was worried sick about it.
I was in my bed now, constantly checking my phone to see if Harry had called or texted me, but still nothing.

Outside it was still raining and I felt like the clouds were making fun of me.
Less than twenty four hours ago everything seemed so perfect, and right now I didn't even know.

I wanted to hit my head against the wall.

"Lou, your boyfriend is on the television!" - One of my sisters shouted from the playroom.

I jumped off the bed and opened the door of my bedroom, running to the playroom as fast as I could.
On the screen of the television there was a video of the entrance of the Styles' hotel, with a big graph below.

Is the Styles' empire finally falling?

"What?"

"I think Harry might be in trouble." - Daisy said.

Next, on the screen appeared some images of Gemma trying to get through the doors by pushing some of the annoying reporters who tried to get over her, then some old pictures showing the faces of Harry, Gemma and their parents before their mother died.

Last news: Des Styles left their children bankrupt.

"How is it possible?"

Suddenly I felt my phone ringing in my room and I ran back to get it.

"Hello?"

"Hello. It's Gemma. I… I don't know how to ask you this, but can you come to the hotel?"

"Me? Sure. I mean, I can go. Is this about Harry? Is everything alright?"

"He needs you."

"Shit, okay I'll be there."

I hung up and rapidly grabbed my raincoat and my rainboots to get going.
The rain hadn't stopped yet, and I knew I was probably going to wake up with a cold tomorrow morning, but honestly I didn't care.

I grabbed some money and called a cab to take me to the city.
Every second seemed longer than the other as I waited for the car at the entrance of my house.

I got inside the car, asking the driver to get as fast as he could to the Styles' hotel, not even caring about the danger of driving in the rain.

I was on an adrenaline rush.

When I got there, after paying the driver, I started pushing some of the annoying people with cameras and microphones aside as I entered the hall of the hotel, already out of breath.

I considered avoiding the reception and just jumping into the elevator up to the penthouse to get Harry, but looking around and seeing all the security in the place, I decided that the best way was by being polite. At least in this situation.

I walked over to the front desk where my known good friend Stephanie, who never lets me in, was.

I sighed and spoke the first words that came to my mind.

"We meet again, Stephanie. I'm Louis in case you don't remember." - I faked a smile. - "We both know how this is going to be. I'm going to ask you about Harry and you're going to tell me that you can't give me any information. But guess what? I'm not going to leave today, because I need to be up there with him, I need to help him. If you call him I'm sure he'll let me in. So, let's skip the part where you want to send me away, and please get me to see my soulmate."

"I'm sorry sir, it's my job to only let inside people who are authorized."

"You don't understand…."

"Louis?" - I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see Liam walking towards me.

"Hey."

"Gemma called you, huh?" - He asked me.

"Yeah, you too?"

"Yes." - He turned to Stephanie. - "They are waiting for me."

"Of course Mr. Payne. You can go up."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" - I shouted.

"I'm sorry sir. No one authorized you." - Stephanie told me.

"Liam, can you please tell Gemma to let me in?"

"Yeah, sure." - He said, running to the lift, disappearing behind the metal door.

I waited for a couple of minutes, sending death stares at Stephanie, tapping on her desk with my fingernails and huffing once in a while, until her phone rang.

"Ms. Styles. Yes, he is here." - She said, nodding to herself. - "Right away. Goodbye."

She looked up at me and pointed to the elevators.

"You can go, sir."

"Thank you, Stephanie." - I faked another smile and ran to the lift.

As the elevator was going up It was inevitable to ignore the yelling coming from the top floor.
I bet people could hear them all over the building at this point.

As I was getting closer to the penthouse, the discussion was clearer and louder.

The penthouse doors opened in front of my eyes and I walked in, following the voices until I found Harry, Gemma, Liam and some other men I didn't recognize, arguing in the middle of the living room.

"What are you doing here?" - Was the first thing Harry asked, making all of the people shut up and turn to glance over me.

"Mmmm... I…" - I was left speechless.

"I called him." - Gemma interrupted.

"What? Why?!" - Harry's asked, turning to his sister.

"Because you told me several times how much he calms you down, so I called him before you had a heart attack, you idiot!"

"It wasn't your place to call him."

"But I did."

Then Harry looked at me, directly in the eyes, for the first time.
I held our connection, staring back at him for what it seemed like hours.

I took a few steps closer to him, ignoring the weird looks on me and only focusing on Harry there.
He was agitated, his eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were also red, and his hair was messy.
All his body language screamed 'I'm tired of this.'

I extended my hand to take his' in between my fingers, rubbing softly my thumb on his palm and letting them swang in between our bodies.

We never broke eye contact.

"You're not going to resolve anything in this state." - I whispered. - "You need to think cold. And right now you're not."

"He's right." - Liam said.

"No one asked you." - Harry growled, turning to Liam with his I-will-kill-you look.

"Hey… look at me." - I said, finally getting him to notice me again. - "How can I help?"

I moved my free hand up to his shoulder, caressing it softly.

"I… I don't know, there's nothing we can do. I don't know." - He sighed, his eyes still connected with mine.

"There's always something to do."

"You don't know what happened."

I shook my head.

"No, I don't."

"My drunken father took the money from all of the bank accounts and he fucking disappeared."

"Don't call him that." - Gemma said.

"You can't keep fucking defending him!" - Harry answered her. - "He knew what he was doing when he came here! And you left me all alone to deal with it. Guess what? I couldn't deal with it!"

I could see Harry was at the verge of crying and now Gemma was too.
She didn't say a word to her brother, she just dropped herself in the nearest seat, Liam following her to show her support.

I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand in mine.
I stood on tiptoes, leaning over Harry's ear

"Baby, do you want to go to the beach for a while and calm down?"

Harry looked at me like thinking about it.

"Would you come with me?"

"Always."