Yours - Larry

12

"Are you still open enough?" Harry questions, mouth wandering across my stomach. "Or do you need my fingers?"

"I wanna tell you something."

He hums against my hipbone. "Go on, lovely." 

"I wanna stay," I say, pushing a hand into his curls. "I'm gonna stay."

He looks up at me, eyes meeting mine as he runs his hand over my waist. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He grins and presses a kiss to my navel. "Do you need my fingers?"

"I want them."

He opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted when my phone rings. "Don't."

I giggle as he moves enough to press kisses into my inner thigh, but I reach over to get my phone anyway. "Harry, stop."

He looks up at me. "Who is it?"

"Dad. It's my..."

"Pick up."

I pick up as we both move up to sit cross-legged. "Dad." 

"Louis," he says, sounding relieved yet broken apart. "They found your sister."

"They..." I pause as my breath catches, feeling as though someone is squeezing my heart. "Is..."

"She's okay," he says, easing my mind as my wet eyes make Harry blurry. "You need to come right away. She wants to see you."

I try to suppress an incoming sob, but it rips through my throat anyway. "I'm in LA."

"LA?"

"I'm gonna explain," I say, reaching out to bring Harry's hand into mine. "Just... it's gonna take me a moment to come back, but I'm coming as soon as I can."

"Okay," he says, quiet a moment. "I miss you, Louis."

I close my eyes, tears escaping enough to wet my cheeks. "I miss you, too, Dad."

"Louis," Harry says, waiting on me to say something once we've hung up. "What's happening?"

It's moment until my mind catches up and processes that Harry hasn't heard our entire conversation and isn't sure if my sister is...

"She's not dead," I say, snapping out of my momentary paralyzation. "I'm sorry I can't stay as long as you were promised, Harry, but I need—"

"I'm not expecting you to stay," he interrupts, sounding as though it pains him to think I'd assume as much. "I'm gonna come with you."

"What?" I question, putting on my boxers so I can continue on to my jeans. "That's not necessary."

"I'm not gonna..." He pauses to hand me his sweatshirt. "You're not going on your own."

"Harry—"

"Don't argue with me," he interrupts. "I'm coming."

I'm relieved, but I continue with my vans and step out as soon as Harry is ready.

"Hey," Zayn says, stopping us as we come downstairs. "Are you in a hurry?"

"We're going to England," I say, watching his expression turn into one of concern. "They found my sister."

"What happened to your sister?"

"Zayn can tell you," I say, answering Liam's question. "I need... we need to go."

I wrap Zayn up in a tight hug, partly because it's a comfort, but mostly because coming back isn't guaranteed anymore.

"Louis," he says. "Does it mean—"