The Minds bind. // Larry x Reader

Budding.

The pitter-patter of feet could be heard all around me. Like a group of people walking in a circle with me in the middle, although I could see nothing; the pitch black space restricted me.

"Would you look and see? They think they have it all now." A deep feminine voice whispered somewhere in the circle but when I turned to the source there was still nothing. Then a ring of laughter echoed the space. A spotlight abruptly towered over me, I had to cover my eyes from the almost burning sensation.

The pitter-patter became stomping and it edged towards me, I looked up and a swarm of laughing faces covered the room, their bodies conjoined at the hands. The circle of them all stepped closer and closer to me, creating a tight fence around me; no escape.

The laughing got louder, more aggressive, more annoying, and it urged something out of me; not a cry, but a feeling of bubbling anger.

I stood straight, hands at my side. I looked down at the ground, my hands turned to fists. I threw my head up, ready to end this dismal discomfort, but to my surprise nothing of the circle remained, my anger stayed stagnant. I've tired of this.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up God damnit." This chanting would never work, I knew that. but my effort remains, though futile I kept going "wake up, wake up, wake up," my knees met the ground, the fists I had still kept tight slamming against it too. Will this torment ever end? Would I face this every night? Every ounce of sleep? Every...

"Y/n! Wake the hell up!" I found myself upright in the fort we had made the night before, sweat caked my body and I couldn't stop shaking. My gaze met someone else's, the room was dark as it had no windows; the time could be anything.

Larry sat right in front of me, one of his arms perched beside my thigh. Inches from my face he grabbed my head and pulled me into his chest. I grabbed the back of his shirt like it was the last thing keeping me grounded; and it was. I couldn't speak, all I could do was sit there wide eyed into Larry's chest, still shaking, sweating, but for once; not crying. I'm tired of being weak, after all this I couldn't be weak. But in his arms he made me feel anything but weak, I really was capable of anything at this moment.

"All good?" His voice rang through his chest, the feeling of him speaking echoed through my entire body and kept me sane.

"Yeah," I loosened my grip on him, pulling my head away. I looked at him again, his gaze filled with care. "Uh, what time is it?" The silence rang for a bit too long for my liking, so I had to end it.

"Like 4AM dude," Larry giggled.

" Shit I'm so sorry," I fumbled with my hands, not only did I wake him up during ungodly hours but I also caused such a stir that he had to wake me up.

" No no no no, you're okay. Look it happens okay? I've had my fair share of nightmares, and so has everyone else. Jesus you should ask Sal about his. " The light-heartedness in his voice put me at ease. So much so that I couldn't help but let out an airy laugh.

" Well I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleep, you?" I had a thought of us hanging out together, we had much to talk about besides this event; alone.

" Nah, the floor wasn't even that comfortable anyways. Barely slept a wink, that's pretty normal though." He laughed again.

"Wanna go out to the treehouse then? It might be kind of chilly but-"

"Oh hell yeah, wanna hotbox it out there too?" He chuckled.

" Sure, I've never really- done anything though. So uh, yea whatever let's do it."