The Balloon Man (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Louis squinted his eyes open as he heard his alarm blaring. The loud noise ringing in his ears and making him groan as he felt his head throbbing. He tried to reach over for his phone to shut it off, but as soon as he went to sit up a heavy weight stopped him.

Louis looked down, feeling his jaw go slack as he saw a mop of curls sleeping on his chest.

Last night... He remembered last night. Everything happened in such a blur but now it was all coming back to him.

He kept his eyes on the man letting out quiet snores on him, at feeling him try to carefully grab his phone Harry only wrapped his arm around him tighter.

Louis bit his lip, looking between his phone and his sleeping form before letting out a quiet breath, "hey..." he whispered, running his hand up his back and shaking his shoulder gently.

He could see his face scrunch up before slowly picking his head up, looking around for a moment before his eyes set on Louis.

"I uhm... I need to get my daughter up," he said quietly, managing to detangle himself from Harry before turning his alarm off.

"Right, yeah," Harry cleared his throat as he saw him swing his legs over the bed.

Louis could feel him watching him as he went into his walk in closet, but he just needed a second alone, and clothes. For a minute he focused on his breathing though, trying not to pace as it all came crashing down on him what he had done, who was in his bed.

His mind was racing with what he was going to do, how he didn't know if he could bring Arabella back to the park without it being strange between them. And that was the thought that had him running his hands over his face, knowing he had taken away his daughter's favorite part of the day, knowing he messed up.

Louis also knew he couldn't take long in there though, he had to get Harry out before Arabella woke up or Elisa saw him. So he reached for the closest pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt before heading back into his room and seeing the younger man putting on his clothes from the night before.

Louis watched him for a moment. Even in the morning light he saw he was just as handsome as he remembered from last night. Maybe even better with the early morning sun peeking through the large windows.

"If you need the bathroom it's right through there," he said faintly, pointing to the door across the room.

But Harry said he was fine as he buttoned the last of his shirt and looked around for his shoes, his eyes trained on the floor the entire time.

Louis bit the inside of his cheek as he nodded to himself, shifting his weight on his feet and trying to remind himself to breathe. He felt like that was near impossible though, as soon as Harry had his shoes on he grabbed his jacket from off the floor and couldn't pick up his head to look at him.

He didn't know what to say, if there was anything to say at all, so he stayed silent as he led the younger man towards the door. With Harry right behind him he was quick to scan the hallway, taking a careful step out and making sure it was clear before waving for him to follow.

Louis tried to be as quiet as possible as they made their way downstairs, peeking around corners and making sure Arabella wasn't up with Elisa yet. As they got further along though he could see they weren't awake, that being one less thing he had to worry about.

When they got to the front door though it was silent for a moment, both of them shuffling their feet before Harry picked his head up to look at him.

"Uhm here," he said quietly, passing him a folded piece of paper, "I uh, I saw paper and a pen by your bed but it's uhm, it's my phone number."

Louis could see how nervous he was as he slowly took what was being offered to him. He didn't know such a tiny thing could bring him the calmness it did. But with Harry's eyes trained on him he felt his pulse pick right back up, him just standing there, waiting for him to do something, anything.