Hopelessly, Completely, Fallen. {Narry, Lilo.}

Chapter 2

Harry wasn’t much of one for dreaming, much less nightmares, but tonight, for reasons unknown, he woke up in cold sweat, his mouth open in a silent scream. Blinking, he realized he was back in his room, Louis scrambling into the room.

“Haz! I heard you scream and I thought--”

“I’m fine Louis. No need to worry. Go back to sleep.” Harry fell back onto his mattress, head nicking on the headboard. “Ah-hell that hurt!”

“Harry--you ditz.” Louis chuckled, flopping onto the bed by Harry, hands behind his head. “Was it a nightmare?”

Harry groaned, covering his eyes with his arm.

“C’mon, Lou. You know I don’t get those.”

“So you woke up screaming for the sake of scaring the hell out of me?”

“Lou....”

“Hazza..?” Louis grinned at his friend, hand creeping awfully close.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Just noticing the hand creeping up, the curly haired lad shifted his eyes to said hand.

“Nothing, love~!”

Louis pounced, hands immediately flying to Harry’s sides as he proceeded to tickle the man senseless. Harry couldn’t breathe, he was laughing so hard.

“L-louis s-stop!”

“Never!” The older male laughed menacingly, eventually slowing his torture.

“You’re a dead man as soon as I can move again.” Harry grinned, giving a half-hearted shove to Louis, who was still sitting on his legs. The older man refused to budge, crossing his arms and huffing indignantly.

“I’m not moving until you tell me what it was about.”

“What what was about?” Liam drifted in from the hallway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “I heard laughing and felt left out.”

“Hazza had a nightmare.”

“Did not!”

“Harold...? Don’t lie now, you know I can see right through it.”

“LiLi!” Harry groaned. “Okay, yeah, I did. I admit it. I, the great Harry Edward Styles had a nightmare. Can we go back to bed now?”

Louis fake gasped, sassily flipping his hair as he did so.

“Like, OMG, Harry had like, a nightmare? Like, omigawd, that’s sooooo cute!”

“Lou! Not all the fangirls are like that!”

“Just the blonde ones.” Louis grinned, falling back onto the bed, opposite side of where Liam had now taken residence.

“D’ya need to talk about it?” Liam offered, perched on the edge of the bed.

“Nah, it was silly anyway. Go get sleep. I expect pancakes and bacon tomorrow for breakfast!”

Louis suddenly started humming a somewhat familiar tune, silencing Liam. Pretty soon, Harry was humming too.

“...Are you humming Vas Happenin’ Boys?”

“Vas happenin’ mum, vas happenin’ mick!” Harry laughed, a forearm on his forehead. “I remember that. From the X factor. What was his name again? Billy Bob Joe?”

“Billy Bob Billy!” Louis shouted, smacking Harry accidently. “He made fun of my stripes!”

“Owww....! Boo, that hurt!”