Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

Louis' P.O.V.

"Start with telling us whatever you told Harry that night," Liam said firmly. "I know you two have this special bond or whatever but it seemed pretty damn important and if something were to happen we all need to know about it so we can be there for you."

What?! No! I can't tell them about my father! Not... yet. Shit. How do I get out of this?

I looked at Harry for help and somehow he seemed to understand my panic. Bless this boy.

"He told me about his panic attacks," Harry said quickly. Um, what?! Don't tell them!

"With the album releasing, and tour starting up soon, he's just been anxious about everything going smoothly."

Oh, thank god. What an actual genius.

"Mhmm," I added, trying to make it convincing.

"That's it?" Zayn asked, glancing at Liam who was looking equally as skeptical.

"Yup," I popped the "p." "Just some nerves."

"Okay," Liam nodded. If he knew were lying, I was thankful he was letting it go for now.

"And, um, one more thing," Zayn said slowly, catching Niall's eye from where he had been staying silent and just listening. He suddenly brightened up.

"Ooh! Ooh, ooh! Pick me! I'll ask!" Niall waved his hand around excitedly.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him and looked at Harry to see him doing the same. What could they possibly ask me which would make Niall so excited about the answer?

"Fine, Niall, you can ask them. Don't screw this up," Liam warned, half-jokingly.

"IS LARRY REAL?!?!?!?!" Niall yelled, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"For god's sake, Niall," Zayn smacked his forehead. Liam sighed and shook his head back and forth while looking at Niall who didn't even seem fazed over the scoldings. He was looking back and forth between Harry and me rapidly with a stupidly large grin on his face.

"Um, what?" I asked, his question still processing in my head.

"Lads," Zayn started this time, ignoring the glare Niall sent him for interrupting what Niall was about to say. Probably something like he was hungry or that he is the captain of Larry.

"Come on. We've noticed something has been... different between you two lately."

My eyebrows shot up. Umm... this conversation took an odd turn. Oh well, at least they weren't asking about my panic attacks anymore.

"Different how?" Harry asked, his voice sounding oddly choked before he cleared his throat. Oh, that was it.

"The whispering, the touching, the pet names," Liam listed. I felt my cheeks tint pink as I realized that all those things were indeed true. Could Larry be real? What? "I mean, sure, you used to do it before, but it's like, extra now."

"Erm, no?" Harry answered.

"No, what?" Zayn asked, confused.

"Um, Larry... isn't real?" Harry said, but he sounded more like he was asking a question than responding to one. Niall gasped loudly.

"NO?!" He practically yelled. He fell sideways onto Liam's lap dramatically. "Liam, hold me!" He wailed. Liam looked down at him with a 'really?' expression and pat his head slowly, unsure of what was happening. Oh, Lima. He was still getting used to all the pranks and drama in this band.