Hard // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1.

Nothing can prepare you for when your world is about to break.

You can always feel it coming.

But you never know when it's going to fall apart beneath you, and leave you wondering how you could've stopped it.

I can feel Harrys hand beneath my shirt, running his fingertips up and down my spine...but it's not relaxing me. It's not cheering me up like it always did. Keeping my eyes shut and my breathing even, I pretend I'm still asleep. He probably knows I'm not, but that's just Harry. he always knows when to just let me be, and when to torture the hell out of me. His hot breath hits my shoulder every few seconds and he brushes his lips against my skin; almost as if he's trying to pull me away from my slumber. His fingertips still brushing up and down my spine slowly are beginning to raise goosebumps on my skin and I can practically feel him smiling beside me. "You can't sleep forever babe..c'mon." He mumbles softly and I turn my head so it's facing him and I peek my eyes open. His hair is all messed up from sleeping, and his eyes are half closed from sleeping, and there's this sleepy half smile - half smirk on his lips and he KNOWS that I think he's the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on. 
"I can sleep forever, and I will...I don't want today to begin," I say softly, by face pulling down into a frown and he sighs; his hand stopping it's soothing movement and resting on my lower back. He pulls me close against his body and I gaze into his eyes. 
"It's gonna be alright Lou...you know that, right?" He whispers softly, and even I know that he's lying. I shut my eyes and hide my face in his neck. "Lou..?" he says again, trying to get me to reply. But I can't. He sighs softly and burys his face in my hair, squeezing me closer. He lets it be quiet for a few more moments but then I hear my alarm and I have to peel myself away from him to turn it off. It's 8:30.
"It's okay, we still have thirty minutes, or an hour.." he says softly and I look back at him.
"Why aren't you freaking out like I am?" I finally manage to speak, and a small smile spreads on his face as he looks at me.
"'Cause I know everythings gonna be okay."
"How? How do you know that?" He sighs and shakes his head a little.
"Because it will. When have I ever been wrong Louis?"
"There was that time when-"
"It's a rhetorical question!" he says and we both manage a laugh. 

Truth is, we both know everything is about to change. Both of our worlds are about to be flipped around...I'm just more scared of the aftermath than Harry.

"You know we can still call each other, and we can skype, and every second weekend we can-" I shake my head and it makes him stop mid-sentence. "What is it?" he asks.
"Don't make promises you can't keep Harry."
"What? But I can keep them, I will-"
"No, you won't...couples always say these things before they go off to different Universities, and you know what happens Harry? They end up pretending like everythings okay, like everything is completely normal, and they cheat on each other, and they forget the other exists, and then in eight years time when they accidentally bump into each other everything is ruined and awful, and I don't think I could handle that." He frowns and stares at me silently for a few moments. The air just got awkward, but we both know I'm right. He sighs and looks over at the clock again.
"Maybe we should get dressed." He says softly and I can feel myself tearing up already.

What if this is the last time I lay beside Harry in bed?

I manage a nod and he slips away from me standing up and walking over to his wardrobe. He's still naked from the night before and I sigh as I watch him slowly pull clothes on.

What if this is the last time I see him like this? So comfortable, so natural?

I get up myself and pull on my own clothes and he looks at himself in his mirror; frowning as he tries to fix his curls and I sigh as I walk over. He turns to me and I gently run my fingers through his hair, gently pulling out the tangles and scrunching his curls gently to make them nice again.