Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 34

Liam's POV

The rest of the night passed without Harry waking up in near hysterics again. He was restless and tossed and turned a lot, but he slept.

I stayed with him, cramming myself next to him in the twin bed. I didn't want him to wake up from another nightmare to find himself all alone.

I sat up and cautiously untangled his arms from around me.

I felt a rush of pity and sympathy for him. He looked so innocent as he slept.

He'd begged me relentlessly to get Louis. As heartbroken and angry as Harry was, something in his nightmare had scared him badly enough that his anger was turned onto Niall and I when we wouldn't get Louis for him.

Harry whimpered slightly when I slid out of his grasp.

Eventually, I'd have to wake him up for rehearsal. But I'd let him stay in a relatively peaceful state for as long as possible.

Niall had stayed the night, forcing himself to fit into the bed with Harry and I as well.

Eventually, I assumed he had given up trying not to fall out of bed, because he was curled up on the floor, sound asleep.

I nudged him with my foot, and he grumbled something under his breath, trying to pull nonexistent blankets around him.

"Nialler, get up," I chuckled, putting my foot directly in his face.

He licked it.

"That's absolutely disgusting," I commented.

He opened his eyes slightly, saw my foot, then licked it again.

"Get that out of my face before I bite it off," he grumbled.

"Niall, get up. You have to be ready for rehearsal," I sighed.

He rolled over and stood up, his joints cracking as he stretched.

"Fuck you," he growled, shuffling out of the room, leaving Harry's soft snoring behind.

"I'm hungry," Niall complained when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Get some food, then. You know where my kitchen is," I said.

He scowled at me but disappeared into the kitchen.

Minutes later, he came out, several pieces of toast in his hands.

"So, you gonna wake him up?" Niall asked, crumbs flying from his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. But yeah, I'm going to have to soon. I just wanted him to be able to sleep for as long as possible," I said.

"I'm already up," a hoarse voice said.

Niall and I turned to see Harry.

He looked better, honestly. His eyes were a little puffy and red, and he looked tired, but other than that, it really just looked like he'd had a crappy night's sleep.

"How you feeling?" I asked gently.

Harry shrugged and walked over to sit next to us.

"Been better," he sighed.

I watched him absently tug on the screw bracelet, and I noticed a slight red mark already forming on his wrist. I had to get the screwdriver.

"You know we have rehearsals," Niall said quietly.

"Yeah. I know. I'll be alright, lads, honestly. I'm not fragile," Harry replied.

I bit back a snarky comment on how he had been nothing but fragile when he had bawled his eyes out the previous night.