Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5

GUYS OMG I HATE WRITING THE F WORD (not fuck) (also I haven't yet but it will come later) PLEASE FORGIVE ME I'M ONLY DOING IT TO PORTRAY SIMON AS A CHARACTER I LOVE EVERYONE SO MUCH HAHAHA IT WOULD BE IRONIC SINCE I'M BI (i think) THANK YOU SO MUCH DON'T HATE ME OK HERE'S THE CHAPTER NOW

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Harry's P.O.V.

"It was just a normal dream, I guess. Well, at first," Louis explained, his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember. I didn't understand why this was such a sensitive subject but he looked so sad and small at the moment that I just wanted to wrap him up and squeeze all the pain out of him. Weird, I know. Borderline creepy. Oh well.

"And then?" I prompted when he was silent for a beat too long.

"And-" Louis swallowed and took a deep breath. "And then- well I was back at home. I mean, uh... like, my childhood home. With mum... and all my sisters."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. Lots of nights I had dreams about my life before One Direction too.

"And- and it was a good night. I mean, we were sitting on the couch watching a film. But then,       m- my dad, h- he..." a tear escaped his closed lid and my heart squeezed involuntarily from the sadness Louis was projecting.

"No," Louis bolted upright. "No, no, no, no," he looked at our hands and ripped his away from mine. I was hurt by the way he was looking at me like I was some kind of monster after he finally started opening up. "No, no, I- I can't," he said fiercely, standing up and stumbling back towards the door.

What happened? Did I do something? Did I make him feel like this? What if he's so afraid to tell me because it's about me? Oh god, was I the one who hurt Louis?

Louis finally reached the door and turned the doorknob with shaky hands, still repeating the same words he recited earlier when I found him in the bathroom. His eyes bore furiously into mine as if daring me to go after him.

And this time, I couldn't even stop my mind if I wanted to from immediately going to the worst place possible. I messed up Louis. What did I even do? It's probably worse that I didn't even know what I did. What if he never talks to me again? How bad did I hurt him? What do I have to do with his dad?

I drifted off to these terrible thoughts running through my head, tired out from the intense conversations I had before. The image of Louis, physically trying to get as far as could from me with a look of regret, hurt, and sadness painted on his face, was burned into my eyelids as I fell asleep.

"HARRY!"

My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly. Where was I?

"Jeez, Harry. You fell asleep... again. Dinner time," Niall called out, leaving the room.

Oh, right. Bed. Nap. Louis.

Shit. Louis.

I shook my head rather forcefully to try and clear my brain out as I stood up from the comfy bed. Walking into the bathroom I splashed some cold water over my face and ran a hand through my messy curls. Showtime.

With one last deep breath, I exited the bathroom and the connected bedroom and made my way down the stairs to sounds of low murmuring and whispers.

I stopped at the bottom step, seeing Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam all sat at the table, whispering about something. I was about to ask why they were whispering when I noticed smoke coming from the pan behind them on the stove.