everything // LarryStylinson

Reunion - 4.

Louis' POV

"Thanks for picking me up, Mik," I thank her, sliding into the passenger seat.

"It's no problem. I had nothing to drink and I was leaving anyway," She smiles as she speaks, pulling out of the parking spot.

My mind wanders off to think about what happened between Harry and I. He seemed really fucked up so I am praying that he just forgets the whole thing and doesn't bring it up.

His eyes were beautiful as always, but there was a hint of pain behind them. Pain that I am assuming being reconciled with me has caused.

My thoughts must really be consumed by him, because as I'm looking out the window at the stoplight I see him sitting on the ground, leaning against the brick wall of a hotel building.

"Pull over," I announce, causing Mikayla to jerk the car over on the side of the road.

"Why? What's wrong?" she questions, urgency in her voice.

"I think thats Harry," I gesture out the window, hopping out of the car and walking towards him.

"Harry?" I call out, causing him to snap his head up and fumble to his feet.

"L-Louis," He slurs, leaning against the wall for support.

"What're you doing out here?" I ask, taking another step closer.

"Lost my wallet, they don't think I'm me so I can't stay," He motions to the hotel behind us.

"What?" I laugh at his jumbled sentence.

"My I.D., they won't let me stay without it," He repeats, a slight frown overtaking his eyebrows.

"Don't go anywhere," I point to him to stay put and I walk back over to Mikayla.

"Is he alright?" She asks, concern in her voice.

"Yeah, he's quite wasted and doesn't have his I.D. so they won't give him a room. I'm gonna help him get settled in a room and make sure he's alright, go head on home and I'll catch a cab later," I explain everything to her, leaning in the car window.

"You sure?" She asks, looking between him and I.

"Yeah. I'll keep you updated," I ensure her.

"Alright. Call if you need anything," She gives a small smile before pulling away with a wave.

I wave her off then head back over to Harry, who's holding his phone absurdly close to his face.

"Come on, let's get you a room," I motion for him to follow me into the hotel.

He peels himself off of the wall and follows 3 steps behind me into the building and up to the front desk.

Harry's POV

I follow Louis into the hotel and he talks to the guy I fought with at the front desk. I'm too out of it to focus on what they are saying so I just look around and people watch until they're finished.

"Follow me, H," Louis calls for me and I instinctively follow him into the elevator.

Neither of us say anything as we step in to the elevator. The doors close, leaving us alone in the quiet box. He reaches his arm out to press the number eight button and the elevator takes off.

I stumble when the elevator jolts to a start. Louis grabs my waist and steadies me almost as if out of instinct, but quickly drops his hands once we both realize what just happened.

The dinging of the doors opening breaks the silence between us and I follow him through the hallway.

"Thank you," I speak after the door to the room shuts behind us.

"For what?" He asks, meeting his eyes to mine.

"Uh, helping me," I break the eye contact, heart accelerating and nerves building.

"Oh. No worries," He shrugs, awkwardly looking around the room.

I am too fucked up to deal with the tension between us. I shrug out of my jumper, slip my jeans off and flop onto the bed stomach first, closing my eyes.

After a moment of laying in silence, I hear his little feet make their way toward the door.

"'smore than great, Lou," I mumble, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn around.

"What?" He questions, taking a few steps toward me.

"Walls," I begin, sitting up on one elbow. "It's better than great, it's brilliant," I continue, and I think I see his cheeks tint pink.

"You've listened to it?" He sits on the edge of the huge bed, keeping about four feet between us.

"Of course I have," I whisper, locking eyes with him. "Always You is my favorite."

"Thanks. Wrote it about someone real special," He responds, glancing down at my hands then back up to meet my gaze. "I listened to your first album when it came out, but I just listened to Fine Line about a month ago," He admits, sounding embarrassed.

"Oh?" I half-state, half-ask.

"Yeah. I couldn't bring myself to listen to it when it came out because I was dropping mine not even a month later," He continues, no longer meeting my eyes.

"Huh?" I respond, completely lost.

"I was afraid I'd back out releasing mine after hearing yours," He whispers, staring down at the bed between us.

"That's ridiculous," I state, sitting upright.

"Clearly it isn't Mr. Triple Grammy Nominee," He teases, causing my cheeks to get hot.

"Please. Watermelon Sugar doesn't even count, it's just catchy," I laugh, looking down at my hands then back up to meet his eyes.

"It definitely is," He smiles and nods in agreement. "However, my favorite track is Canyon Moon,"

I feel my face break out into a huge stupid smile, so I bite my lip to try and hide it. "Really?"

"Yep," He meets my gaze once again, his glance darting between my mouth and eyes.

"Wrote it about someone real special," I cheekily respond, making him laugh lightly.

I lay onto my back, one hand behind my head and one on my stomach, closing my eyes.

"Well, I guess I better get going," Louis speaks after a moment, I can feel him stand up off the bed.

"You can uh, crash here if you want," I pipe up, opening my eyes and sitting up on one elbow to look at him.

"You sure?" He asks, unsure of himself.

"Yeah, wouldn't be our first sleepover," I smirk, pushing my hair off of my forehead.