Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

*WARNING: there are some uses of derogatory language. please know that i would under no condition ever use these words towards any bi, gay, lesbian, or pan person, i am simply using them just for the sake of portraying Simon's character in this story, which is one that hates gay people. crazy, i know, right?

*TW: also, mention of panic attacks and abuse, so if you are triggered by this, please please please don't read it. love you!!

also this chapter is dedicated to @-COSMICSTYLES thank you so much for adding this story to your reading list!!

anygay, here we go. enjoy!

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Louis' P.O.V.

"Home, sweet home," Louis sighed, kicking the door shut behind all of us and heading straight for the couch, flopping face-first onto it. I chuckled and shook my head, feeling much too fond towards this adorable boy at the moment.

I followed after him and lifted Louis' head before sitting down where it was and placing his head back on top of my thighs. He immediately rolled onto his back so we were in a more comfortable position. Without a second thought, I threaded my fingers through his feathery hair, enjoying the softness of it.

Louis' eyes fluttered shut and a small smile danced on his lips. This was exactly what we needed after our eventful morning, to say the least. Liam, Niall, and Zayn walked into the room a few moments later, carrying snacks and drinks.

Liam took the end seat on the sofa, Niall occupied the bean bag chair on the floor, and Zayn sat next to Niall with his back against the sofa, in between Liam and me.

"What film are we watching?" Zayn asked, grabbing the remote to the TV and flicking through different channels.

"Toy Story!" Liam grinned.

"Nooooo. No more Toy Story," Louis pouted, frown lines forming on his forehead. I ran a finger over them softly and they immediately disappeared as he peered up at me, his cute smile returning. His ocean eyes met mine, and I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest. It must be happiness, I thought. That doesn't necessarily sum it up right, something's missing, but that was the closest I knew how to put it into words.

The opening of Toy Story 2 brought both Louis' and my's attention towards the TV rather quickly. With a loud groan, Louis covered his face with his hands, pretending to be mad. I knew he wasn't though. Both of us would deny it if someone asked us, but on nights where we can't sleep we cuddle on the sofa and watch Toy Story. It's cute and funny, okay?

For the rest of the movie we all watched silently, only Liam using the restroom once and Niall occasionally getting up to refill the snack bowls.

By the time it was over, Louis had fallen asleep on my legs, Zayn was snoring on the floor, and Niall was watching Liam and me have a Twitter battle over Toy Story.

I started feeling quite drowsy by the time Liam had won over our fans and muttered a quick defeat before tangling myself closer with Louis and falling into a peaceful nap.

I woke up with a start, confused as to where I was and where the unicorns and cotton candy went. Oh, right. Dreams.

There was a soft voice talking quietly from the other room, and that's when I noticed, more like felt, Louis' absence. I shivered from the lack of warmth of cuddling him and grabbed a blanket before standing up off the sofa.

Wrapping it around my shoulders, I followed the voice, the blanket trailing behind me on the floor.

As it grew louder I realized it was coming from the bathroom.