Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Louis' P.O.V.

"Ssh," Harry whispered as I cried into his neck, clutching his t-shirt so he wouldn't move away. The memories, they were still too real. Sometimes I thought they were happening in real-time, but in the back of my mind I knew they weren't, I just couldn't get the rest of my brain to understand that.

"It's okay, I'm right here. You're okay," Harry whispered sweetly, so sweetly. I was so thankful for him, more than I ever had been before. His presence calmed me down and without him here with me I would probably be curled up in the corner of the bathroom so no one heard me. I cried harder at that thought and tried to curl up even closer into Harry, seeking all the comfort I could find.

He complied and wrapped his limbs back around me, and I immediately felt a bit happier, as if the mere touch of Harry could erase my sadness.

I don't even know how long he stayed there, sat on the couch, with me, but I was simply so, so grateful for him. After a few minutes of tears streaming steadily down my cheeks, they turned into small sniffles, but I didn't want to move yet. I could hear his heart thumping steadily underneath my cheek and he was tracing small circles into my lower back, pulling me into sleep.

The last thing I felt before I drifted off, too exhausted from everything to even really comprehend it, was a pair of soft lips against my forehead, smoothing out my furrowed eyebrows. It was the best nap I'd had in a really long time.

The first thing I noticed when I came to was that I was laying on the soft couch in front of the TV, instead of in the other room while I distinctly remember falling asleep on Harry.

Harry... oh shit.

All the memories from the day came flooding back and with it, I realized I had shared my deepest secret. My eyes watered dreadfully but I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I heard footsteps nearing before Harry popped into the room.

"Hey, Boo," he smiled.

"Hi," I managed, giving him a weak smile back.

"I brought you a cuppa, thought you might like one when you woke up," Harry walked over and sat by my feet on the couch, holding out a steaming mug of tea to me. I smiled gratefully and took it, feeling my worries slip away as I sipped at the warm deliciousness.

"Mmm," I licked my lips happily.

Harry chuckled. "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged, my thoughts returning once more.

"Hey, what's the matter, Lou?" He gasped softly and was immediately at my side. I leaned into him automatically and only just realized a few tears were slipping down my face.

"N-nothing," I said, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, hoping he couldn't see how puffy I knew my eyes were.

"Louis," Harry said adamantly, and I felt his breath hit the top of my head. I didn't like how serious the conversation was; I just wanted a distraction.

"Harry," I returned in the same manner, which he cracked a smile at when I looked up at him.

"I've been better," I shrugged, finishing the tea rather quickly.

"I know," Harry agreed. "Talk to me. Please?"

I shut my eyes and my thoughts whirled around. Could I trust him? For god's sake, of course, I could. It's literally Harry. Plus, I already told him my secret. But could I trust him to keep it? Yes!

I tried to force my brain to listen to my heart. I knew I could trust Harry, why wouldn't my brain listen?!

Thankfully for my extremely busy brain, Harry stayed silent.