Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 29

A/N

I'm so sorry that this is late!!!! I've been super busy and I've got terrible writers block.

If anyone has any ideas or anything they want to see happen, TELL ME.

Dedicated to WordsForYou because she is awesome :-)

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Harry's POV

I finally gave up trying to sleep at some ungodly time. It was still dark out and it could be classified as night.

But the turning in my stomach and my mind kept me wide awake.

I didn't want to know what today would bring.

Ever since the visit to the cemetery, Louis had been a little different. Quieter, mainly. A bit snappier, but he always immediately apologized.

But today...was the day I'd been dreading. It was exactly one year since Aubrey had died in the exact bed I was currently struggling to sleep in.

Shivering at the morbid thought, I decided to move to the couch. Lately me and Louis had taken to sleeping in the same bed, but last night he had gone to sleep quite early and I hadn't wanted to bother him.

I stared at the blank television screen, nervous for what could happen. What if he broke up with me? What if he decided that he wasn't ready after all? Or worse, what if he decided he hadn't ever felt anything for me at all? That would be the worst, electricity corse through my veins just from touching him, and knowing he felt nothing. After all the kisses and tears...he had to feel something, I was certain.

But I couldn't get the gnawing feeling in my stomach to go away. I wanted to make sure Louis was alright.

I got up and silently went to Louis's room. I stood outside the door and listened quietly. I heard gentle breathing. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

He was curled on his side, hugging a pillow to himself adorably. A tiny, almost invisible smile was on his face. I felt a tug on my heart at the peaceful image.

I'd keep this picture in my head whenever I wanted to give up, decide that I couldn't deal with this anymore.

I sat on the edge of the bed. Louis wasn't a heavy sleeper, but he didn't wake up from the sudden shift of the mattress.

I couldn't contain myself from gently brushing his messy hair from his face, memorizing his perfect features.

I laid down next to him. It wasn't unusual for one of us to creep into the other's bed in the middle of the night when we couldn't sleep.

I prayed he wouldn't mind it when he woke up. I didn't really know what he was going to be like.

Would he let me hold him close and let him cry? That was ideal. But would he be angry and shout at me like he used to?

He sighed in his sleep and turned so he faced me, throwing one arm around my waist and nuzzling into my neck. I smiled to myself and shifted closer. I thought it was cute that it was his unconscious instinct to cuddle with whoever was next to him. And I definitely did not mind it.

His comfortable warmth and steady breathing made my eyelids grow heavy.

It wasn't a secret between us that I hated sleeping without him. And Louis had confessed that he slept better when he had me next to him as well.

I yawned and shut my eyes, forgetting all of my previous concerns and fading away into a peaceful sleep.

My eyes shot open.