Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

"Should we wake them up?" a voice whispered.

"No, you lump, obviously we are not going to wake them up!" another voice whispered, louder this time.

"Niall, it's just creepy, mate," someone sighed.

I registered something warm underneath me and something else holding me down. I freaked out for a moment before I felt soft puffs of air on my head and remembered where I was.

"Fuck off and let us sleep," Harry groaned, his arms wrapping tighter around my waist. I hummed in agreement while Liam scoffed.

"Ok then," Liam muttered jokingly.

"I'm taking a picture!" Niall squealed and I heard a bit of rustling before the snap of a camera was heard. I groaned and buried my head into what I assume was Harry's chest, feeling him stroke my hair gently.

"Niall, get out," Harry groaned.

"But-" The rest of Niall's sentence was muffled.

"Mate, come on," Zayn chuckled. I squinted open my eyes just in time to see Liam and Zayn dragging Niall from my room.

"Morning," Harry muttered.

I simply groaned into his chest again, feeling him chuckle.

"C'mon, we actually do need to get up. We have our tech rehearsal at 4:00 for the show tomorrow," Harry said quietly.

"Okay," I agreed, opening my eyes once more and wincing at the harsh light streaming through the window.

"Feeling better?" Harry looked down at me.

"Um... yeah, actually," I smiled slightly. Talking to Harry and having him be so understanding and caring about everything made me feel a whole lot better. Like, way better.

"Good," Harry smiled back. "I'm sorry, but we have to get up now Boo," he reminded me.

"Fine," I sighed, relishing my last moments of cuddling before I slowly sat up. Looking down, Harry was quite a sight. His hair was strewn all across the pillow, not looking half a picture, his lips were a pretty pink, and his long eyelashes fanned across his cheeks as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Are you going to actually get up?" Harry teased, looking at me still sitting in the same spot on the bed.

"But I want more cuddles," I pouted. "And I could say the same to you, Harold," I smirked.

"You can have more cuddles after the rehearsal today," Harry promised, his lips curving into a sparkling grin.

"Deal," I nodded and slid out of bed, walking over to the closet. Once more, nothing had changed. My clothes were still everywhere, and Harry's were so neatly organized. I heard the bed creak and soft footsteps get closer until I felt Harry's presence behind me. He chuckled lowly at the sight and I just sighed.

"I don't understand, Haz," I crossed my arms. "It's not fair how neat you are."

"It's really not that hard, Lou," Harry grinned, reaching across me to grab a light pink jumper and black joggers. With one more huff of defeat, I searched through the main pile of my clothes and picked out a black long sleeve shirt and black joggers, similar to Harry's.

I went to the bathroom and used the toilet before changing, brushing my teeth as well, and running my hand through my hair a few times before deeming it somewhat presentable. It was just tech rehearsal after all, not like any fans were watching...

Walking out of the bathroom, I found Harry sitting on the bed, already changed and scrolling through Twitter.

"Ready?" I asked.