isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 40

Harry was wrapping his arms around his waist, his fingers were tracing along his skin. He was there. He could feel his breath on his ear as he pulled him in. He could listen in peace as he whispered his name over and over again into his ear.

louis, louis... louis, louis Louis, Louis. Louis. LOUIS.

Over and over and over again, his name the only one on his lips. His name; the only thing measurable in the world, the only sound any ear could pick up his name, the only one his tongue could develop.

Louis brought his hands up to where Harry's arms held him, holding his arms closer to him. He could not get enough of him, he really could not. He could not be close enough, his beautiful voice could not grow loud enough.

He couldn't be enough, because in this form, he wasn't. Not that he wasn't enough, he just purely wasn't. He was nothing but an illusion. He was nothing but a dream.

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Waking up from dreams surely was not Louis' favorite thing. Especially when they featured hot people as the leading actors.

"I am not going to wear that dress!" Lottie screeches, "Ugh! No. That's literally the fucking ugliest thing that I have ever seen."

It's even worse when he has to wake up from such an illusion of heaven to his screaming sister. He groans, rolling over and pushing his head under his pillow, using the ends to cover his ears.

"Charlotte! This is not about the shirt, this is about him."

"Shut up, Mum! Ugh, I am so fucking done. Literally just kick him out. Leave him here, I don't care, ok? Send him to London to live with the lady with the cats, or something. I don't fucking love him."

There's no sisterly love like that.

"Listen, just send him to the street, ok?"

"Lottie, you are taking him to the party."

Louis definitely did not consent to this.

"It's Charlotte," She corrects, storming out of the room where she and her mother had been fighting, storming up the stairs. Louis sighs, pressing his eyes shut as much as he possibly can, and bracing himself to be yelled at.

Lottie pushes open his door, the polite way of knocking disappeared. She storms up to him, ripping off his sheets angrily, exposing Harry's sweatpants and hoodie.

"Where the fuck did you get designer clothes from?" Lottie exclaims in disgust, "Are you a fucking prostitute?"

"Ay, shut up! Those people make bank," Louis tries to joke, not feeling the energy to get mad at the very minute.

"So, what? You shoplifted?" She accuses, her hip jutting out in a very middle school bully type of way.

"Nah, that sounds like too much work."

"Ok, so you have a sugar daddy."

"Oh, definitely, I love fucking old men," Louis rolls his eyes.

"You're so terrible," She groans, "And you're going to a party with me tonight because I can't go if you don't."

"I don't want to," Louis shakes his head.

"Come on, just do me a favor," Lottie whines.

"No, how about you do me a favor and shut the fuck up."

"Louis, if you don't go, Mum told me to tell you that you're grounded."

"That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. It's like she wants me to get alcohol poisoning and an STD. Plus, I work tonight."