Pumpkin Spice Season - Larry Stylinson

16: The smallest noises are appreciated

Life continued on for Louis and Harry in the same unprogressive state as before, Louis did a crazy amount of work and skipped out of the house at seven in the morning, while Harry had taken to waking up to make a cup of tea just so that he could wave Louis off from his garden gate. 

Sometimes Harry had baked something for Louis and vice versa -Louis having stated he felt bad that Harry did all the cooking, but he still needed major supervision near an oven. Harry had laughed and helped him, proclaiming them the best cookies he's ever made which made Louis beam. 

Now it was slowly approaching December and these days Harry nearly always woke up with a light buzzing in his ears, this time seemed no different initially but this morning he had woken with overwhelming amounts of sound. He immediately brought his hands up to cover his ears hoping to dull the noise knowing it wouldn't make a difference. 

The sounds became muffled and Harry yelped, then yelped again because his own voice had startled him "What" Harry muttered to himself before starting once again at the sound of his voice, it was deeper than he remembered, a certain tone to it that it hadn't had before.

He took in a stuttery breath as tears from shock, happiness and relief began to slip over his eyelashes. He threw off his covers and grabbed his familiar slightly fluffy dressing gown before dashing past Niall's door and out of the house. What most people would call a silent night hit really hard, because once everything's been truly silent even the smallest noises are appreciated. 

Harry paused to let the sound of trees rustling, gravel shifting under his feet, the electric spark of the street lamps and the chirp of crickets wash over him. The night was cold and it was definitely very early morning on a Saturday. He headed over to Louis' home, walking past the now familiar convertible black Audi TT, smiling to himself as he caught a glimpse of the red seats remembering how he had complained about the lack of legroom and how Louis had explained he couldn't reach the pedals in a lot of cars but this one worked for him.

He reached the smaller door and the top half swung open when gentle pressure was applied to it, Harry still being sleep dazed tried to climb through the top without opening the bottom half of the door. He winced as he went crashing to the floor listening to the clatter of shoes as they fell from the teetering pile on top of the shoe rack. Harry eyed a pair of converse sitting an inch from his nose- they looked oddly like his, who was he kidding they probably were his. He got to his feet fearing that the crash had woken Louis and began to head upstairs.

Louis jolted upright as a foreign sound disturbed his sleep, he paused listening as he heard something or someone moving around downstairs. He glance to his clock mind addled by sleep and registered that it was five past four in the morning. He groaned but froze when he heard the creak of his bottom stair, he sat up slowly swinging his legs out of bed after pulling the cover back. 

Before he could stand something came flying through his door and into his instinctively open arms. "WhAt the FUCK-" he yelped immediately muffled by soft dressing gown and familiar curls, Louis relaxed as he breathed in the slightly tropical scent of Harry's conditioner which mixed oddly well with the musky cologne he was wearing the night before. "What in the actual hell Hazza" he muttered wrapping his arms around the fluffy form latched around him. 

They just sat together for a moment while Louis ran his hands up and down Harry's back while rocking him slowly, waiting for the tears to slow.