Bromancin' (One Direction Short Stories)

Save Me from the Night (Larry)

Harry's P.O.V 

I woke up around 3am by a sudden realization; Louis wasn't home. I haven't heard any doors being shut. I haven't felt him crawl into bed next to me like he usually did. I couldn't feel the warmth of his body. I was cold and alone. Most importantly, Louis was out there somewhere.

My phone hasn't buzzed either. He hasn't texted or called. That's unusual for him to do. Where are all the lovey-dovey texts that he sends me like "hey sexy. your smile looks great from here ;)"

I began to worry.

I looked outside the window; rain was pouring and it was pitch black. I grabbed my coat and car keys. This boy had to be found. Boobear is out there, but I need him here with me.

I drove down the block hoping I would see him, but he was nowhere in sight; no one was. That was only until I saw a figure sitting at a bench nearby.

As I got closer, I could see that the person's face was tucked inbetween their knees and they were shaking. I stepped out of the car to see if they were okay. 

"excuse me?" I tapped them on the shoulder.

"Harry?"

When this figure lifted up their face, it was totally recognizable. 

"Oh my gosh! Boo! I was so worried about you! Why are you out here? Are you crying?"

I sat next to Louis on the bench and brought his head to my chest. He was shivering and cold. He was so vulnerable. A person who is usually going ballistic is sitting in front of me wasted and torn apart.

Louis' voice cracked several times.

"My mom is in the hospital. I felt so broken and alone. I decided to take a walk, but was caught by the rain. I left the  my cellphone and I was scared. Haz, what am I going to do?"

"Boo, listen to me. Your mom is going to be fine! I promise. I love you, okay? You have me. Talk to me, just don't scare me like that again."

Louis didn't respond, but continued crying. I helped him up and into the passenger's seat. On our way back, he had drifted off, overpowered by sleep. 

I carried him up and out of the car and into our apartment. We were both soaked, so I removed his damp clothing and dried him up a bit. He didn't budge. I put on some dry clothes and slipped into bed with him. He was beautiful. Broken and tired, but beautiful. And I meant what I said, I love him. Maybe someday he will see it and feel the same way too.