Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 32

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Harry's POV:

I wake up to my phone buzzing against my leg.

I sit up, and sleepily pat the bed for my phone with my hand. I find it, pull it out from under the covers (It's 10:15), and peer through squinted eyes at the text.

It's from Zayn.

Photoshoot+interview today! Be ready by 11! We're on our way!

Oh and I told the boys about u guys being together! C u soon! :)

Photoshoot. Interview. Ok.

Wait. What?

What!?

WHAT!?

He... oh, my God.

I quickly send a reply, typing as fast as I can with one hand. It's really annoying to have to put the phone in an awkward position, just so I can text with both hands. Stupid cast. Why, oh why, did I run onto the road like the idiot I am?

R u serious?

I wait for ten seconds, and my phone buzzs again. I stare at the reply in disbelief.

Yeah. Reaching in 10!

"Zayn, I'm going to skewer you alive," I mutter. But I don't bother replying. What's done is done. Now we have to think about what we need to do next.

I move towards Louis to wake him up.

He looks exhausted, even though he's asleep. We both had a bad night. He would keep waking up from the start a nightmare, and I would hush him back to sleep. It took him ages to go back to sleep. He wanted me to go to sleep, because he was 'alright', but he wasn't, and so I didn't.

I touch his arm.

"Lou," I say softly. "Louis."

He jolts awake, startled. Then he sees me and slumps.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

I feel guilt weigh me down. He's too weak, too sad, too scared. I hate it.

"We gotta be ready by 11. The boys are coming soon."

He nods, and curls back up into his blanket.

"A minute..." he yawns.

"And..." I sigh. "And Zayn told them about us."

I hear Louis sigh from under the covers. "'S ok," he murmurs.

He's not even half awake, so I just leave it, and kiss his forehead lightly. Then I go outside to eat breakfast.

I've just take a bite into my marmalade-toast when I hear loud knocks on the door. Weirdly, I'm not nervous at all.

"Let us in, Harry!" Niall yells.

"Coming," I call tiredly, and, chewing my crunchy toast, I go to the door, and open it.

Niall hurls himself into my arms.

"I always thought Larry Stylinson would be real, someday," he says fiercely.

I stagger. "Erm... ok," I say, unsure of how to respond.

"Yeah, well, Zayn's an idiot," Liam says, glaring at him. "He just went, 'Oh, by the way, Louis and Harry are together'. Honestly, Zayn! What were you thinking?"