Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 29

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It's about 6 o'clock in the evening. Harry's parents and family have already come and wished him, as have the boys. The doctors have let Harry go home for the night, with help from Liam's persuasion methods and responsibility. Harry's pleased.

"I just want this whole thing to be over," he told me. "I hate worrying everyone."

"You're not worrying me, Haz," I said untruthfully.

He gave me a look saying, you're lying, but he quickly changed the topic.

Harry slips on his jacket over his cast. "This is getting vastly irritating," he complains, as I help him pull the sleeve over the cast.

I wince. I feel bad for basically causing this to happen to him. "I'd like to reassure you, Harry, but I can't. You have to keep it on for another 3 or 4 months, at least."

He moans. "Oh, God, no."

I quickly kiss his cheek. "Sorry."

He pushes at me lightly. "It's not your fault, silly. I made you do the hypnotism thing. Don't blame yourself. OK?"

I sigh. "Ok."

The boys have already gone to our house to clean up whatever we left, so it's just us too. I sling my arm around him as we walk out his room and down the hallway.

He sighs. "When's our next concert?"

"Erm," I say thoughtfully. "A month or so."

Harry frowns. "I don't - "

"I know, I know," I say. "You don't think you're that injured and you hate dissapointing the fans. It's FINE, Haz. We have to do more recording for the new album anyhow."

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, I want Chinese for dinner."

"Me too. When we go home, we'll order. You know what Niall's like when we order food without him."

Harry shudders. "Yeah. Ok."

We race eachother down the hallway, and Harry reaches our apartment door first, his lean legs moving swiftly.

"Haha, beat ya," Harry teases me.

"I did that on purpose," I huff.

Harry looks at me. "Did you?"

"Maybe..." I say mischeiviously, and he tackles me into a kiss.

I giggle when he pushes me up against the door.

"Haz, people are INSIDE," I remind him. Oh, if Zayn hears this I'm going to get an earful...

He backs up. "Oh. Oops."

I laugh again. "Lessgo."

I unlock the door. The apartment is pitch black.

Harry slips inside, me at his heels. He starts for the lightswitch as I lock the door behind me, leaving us in the dark.

"That's funny," Harry muses, leaning towards the lights. "The lads aren't here. I wonder if they went to get d - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I hear a clatter and smash. "Harry!" I cry in fear.

"MMMMMPH!" I hear.

I reach out blindly through the dark, trying to find Harry or the lights, when someone grabs my arms and holds them behind my back. Something is pulled around my mouth.