Larry fics

I'll Be Your Safety

Summary:

Harry loses his voice. Zayn comes over to help him pull through.

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By the time Harry rose from his bed, it was already past noon. The heat that wrapped around his neck woke him up and after several attempts to fall back asleep—he miserably failed. He reluctantly peeled off the pale blue duvet around him, revealing his naked form. He sat up on the edge of the bed groggily for another five minutes, staring blankly at the space before him. He didn't feel like moving out of bed yet, especially not on days like these, when he's allowed to wake up whenever he pleases to because they're off tour. Today is a whole lot different story, though. He's left alone feeling sorry for himself for losing his voice.

He's perfectly aware it would only take a few days to regain his voice back. The tour just ended a couple of days ago and it was a good run, doing what he loved to do along with his four best friends and meeting the fans that never let them down since they were on the X-factor. Seeing those familiar faces in the crowd and hearing them sing back to their songs never ceased to make his heart swell every time.

Harry just needs a little rest, maybe more than what he needed, and pretty sure it will be back soon. The lads have three full weeks to enjoy themselves and make the most of their break, before they jump into another stream of endless flights again to do their world tour for the rest of the year. The only thing that sucks about touring is being away from your homeland and of course, their families. He sighed.

Of course, Louis, as his best mate, was the first one to know. Everybody knows the lads share a flat and as the older of the two, Louis is obliged to watch over him. Unfortunately today, Lou went out shopping with his girlfriend Eleanor, which meant Harry, was left alone to fend for himself.No problem, I'm a grown independent man. He thought.

The older male told him not to flip shit and quit being such a girl about it, reasoning they don't have any interviews or performances lined up for the rest of their break that would require his precious raspy voice, that undoubtedly could make most of the girls' population cream themselves just at the sound of it. Harry just lets out an inaudible laugh after reading his best friend's text message. Louis can really be stupid at times but still, he has the ability to make anyone laugh even in their most wretched state. Every time.

"Thank you for the ego boost, mate. It helped a lot but not really. See ya xX" he texted back, then left the phone safely resting on top of his bed sheets.

It isn't the girls, the interviews, or anything else that worries the curly haired lad. It was Zayn.

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Harry emerged from the bathroom, feeling slightly better after a long, warm shower. He disappeared in the kitchen to grab something for breakfast and returned shortly after he finished his meal. He let himself collapse on the couch, all curled up in the corner of the sofa as he snatched the remote control that's parked on top of the coffee table in front of him. Maybe watching the television could distract him, great. He readjusts himself on the couch, craning his neck a little just to get a nicer view of the show. It will surely hurt a lot later if he ever falls asleep in that position, his head leaning against the armrest and his body stretched out on the upholstered furniture.

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He was finally dozing off when the sound of Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back filled the room. I was almost there, ngh. The lad mentally curses himself for setting his ring tone volume on max. There are days that he would take time to answer a call just to dance and sing along to his tone, but right now, he's not really in the mood. And the fact that it just interrupted him from his peaceful slumber pissed him off a bit.