Therapy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14 - Promise me (public version)

‘C’mon Harry, it’s fucking…five in the morning.’ The voice beside him groaned and Harry felt his heart beat again.

‘Niall ?’ He pushed the pillow over the head talking to see the blond chunk of hair and hugged him tight, resting his torso on his friend’s back.

‘What the fuck ? Get off !’ Niall grunted and Harry giggled, glad he could breathe.

‘What happened ?’

‘You walked to my house saying you had messed up. Then you couldn’t sleep alone so fucking got into my bed apparently.’ Niall wasn’t an early bird…

‘Sorry mate.’ Harry said as he got off his back to get dressed. ‘I’ll talk to you later, I have to go to work and I need actual clothes.’ Harry said, looking at his pyjamas.

‘Hhhh.’ Niall made an annoyed sound and fell back asleep as Harry sneaked out of his house.

When he arrived at Louis’ flat, he checked if he was still asleep and relaxed when he saw him in bed. He was careful not to make any noise with his car keys and climbed up the mezzanine. He got ready and bumped into Louis when he got out of the bathroom. He was still sleepy and oblivious so Harry just pecked his lips and made his way to the kitchen.

They got into Louis’ car soon after and went to their respective jobs, already eager to see each other at the end of the day. Harry was still not sure about the night before though.

Why would he tell Niall he had messed up ?

When Louis stepped into the office, he was surprised to not find Taylor waiting for him as usual. He asked Perrie but she didn’t know either, she hadn’t called or anything. He knocked on Zayn’s door who opened almost immediately.

They had been talking a bit more since the whole Harry situation. They truly just missed being close friends and couldn’t bear not sharing everything. It wasn’t as much fun sharing an office with someone who’s mad at you. Zayn was still not a hundred per cent fine with it, but Harry wasn’t seeing Louis anymore, at least not in the office, so he let it go for now.

‘So, excited for this weekend ?’ Perrie asked as Zayn smiled. Louis looked at them, confused.

‘Louis ! The weekend of Wanderlust !’ Right.

It was a tradition they had. They used to go to a festival called ‘Wanderlust’ when they started college. They would go every year and get drunk whilst enjoying electronic music and random hook ups. They had made it a sort of rule to get smashed for an entire weekend every single year, until the festival ended – they wouldn’t admit that they were too old for it – and created their own kind of weekend. They would rent a house in the countryside, invite all their friends they used to go to the festival with – meaning half their college year – and spend the whole weekend catching up and have a drink. They liked to think it was an adult reunion, but it was nothing more than just thirty year olds getting drunk and hooking up if they were single. A lot of their friends had ‘settled’ and wouldn’t come, but that wouldn’t stop them.