Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(3) I thought you'd never ask.

Pushed myself to write this Chapter. It's not my best, and it's because of that reason that it isn't dedicated to anyone in particular. SORRY IT'S SHORT! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER, PROMISE!!!! 

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I lied, I have the perfect song for the next Chapter, which might take a while to upload. HOWEVER, the song for this chapter is Chasing Cars. IT'S ALL STARTING IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! And how cute is Harry? (MINE) And Louis, for crying... (ALSO MINE) NOW, READ :D, while I go and make a cover. 

Over the course of the next week, all that entered Harry’s mind were thoughts of Louis. He found himself counting down the hours until night, when he would be greeted with Louis’ beautiful appearance.

The day after Harry’s birthday, the possibility that Harry’s mind conjured Louis up seemed too rational to be true. Harry’s negative thoughts were rudely interrupted that night when Louis appeared in his room.

“Hello, love.” He would say, followed closely by a loving embrace.

Harry was still in his last year of school, which made the hours without Louis tolerable. He’d daydream about those eyes for hours on end, ignoring the fluttering appearing in his stomach with each thought. The blue eyed boy was succeeding in making Harry smitten; Harry Styles... falling for a magical, impossible boy with the name of Louis Tomlinson.

Louis began opening up to Harry, he was talking about his family, his home, personal habits... everything. Harry wanted to see it for himself though; he purely wanted to follow Louis each night after he made his way out of his bedroom. He would begin to ask, but always thought the better of it, thinking Louis would find him clingy and ridiculous. Each night, Louis would share an amazing story with Harry or ask him the funniest questions, Harry became almost restless to wait for the boy.

Pretty soon, Harry became impatient. Every night, Louis would spend the entire time cuddling Harry as if he were his lover. He would depart from him each night with a kiss on Harry’s cheek. His... cheek. On time, Louis had been so close to his lips when Harry was grinning, that, instead of his lips, Louis kissed Harry’s dimples instead. Harry’s cheeks had never before turned a darker shade of red.

His teachers would constantly have to snap at Harry out of his fantasies involving none other than Louis Tomlinson. It wasn’t like he was paying much attention to school anyway.

Zayn and Liam would constantly put up jokes about how Harry was getting laid every night. The jokes weren’t bothering him as much as they were putting images into his mind about actually doing that with Louis. He felt like a girl; like a love sick hormonal girl with issues. With the constant thoughts of seeing Louis every hour, came the panic within Harry’s brain telling him he needed to think of something interesting to say, and also to drink coffee... How awkward would it be if Harry fell asleep on Louis... again? It was the third night of Louis visits, and Harry had been excited all day to see him, that when Louis finally decided to show up, Harry talked to him for about an hour before dropping off to sleep. It was possibly the most mortifying thing Harry had ever done, but still, Louis told him the next night he found it adorable... Must’ve had some benefits.

It was on the seventh night that things decided to take a different turn of events.

Harry walked in to the spacious living room, having kicked off his shoes beforehand, and asked Caroline if she needed any help with dinner.

“Actually Harry I do, think you could chop up some vegetables for me?” Harry immediately obliged, glad to have something to do whilst he waited in suspense for Louis. Caroline began chatting to him about her day, complaining every now and then about odd customers that showed up in her Beauty Parlour. Harry tried his best to be engaged in the conversation, and pretend he cared about whatever Caroline was saying, but for the life off him, he couldn’t.

Dinner dragged on; Liam and Zayn tried their best to keep Harry involved in their conversation, but they failed. The only conversation harry was the slightest bit interested in was one that he would be having in just under a few hours with the most beautiful boy Harry had ever laid eyes on... It wasn’t his fault he was beginning to become apprehensive.

It was when Henry ordered Harry to clean up after, as another punishment from embarrassing him on Harry’s birthday night. Not wanting to argue with Henry, from the fact he’d already had a few bears, Harry did as instructed and attempted to work at the speed of a Cheetah, without breaking anything.

“Leaving so soon?” Henry demanded in a soft tone that scared Harry, if he was being honest.

“Yeah... um... I have to do homework, and I’m ugh... really tired from today.” Harry lied, silently hoping that Henry would just excuse him and let that be that.

“Oh, Harry you haven’t spoken all night, I was hoping we could have a little chat, you know... catch up.” Caroline spoke causing Harry to curse under his breath.

Before he could come up with an excuse, Henry cut in. “Oh let him be Caroline. The boy just probably wants to give us some privacy.”

Harry didn’t wait and see what would happen next, nor did he wait for Henry to change his mind, considering there was a possibility that a very attractive Louis was upstairs right now... Possibly lying on his bed. Harry’s knees gave way at the thought and he sheepishly dragged himself into his room.

The first thing Harry noticed was the fact Louis wasn’t the only person in his room... The sight of Niall caused Harry to be both disappointed and blissful. Louis walked over to Harry and pulled him in for a warm embrace, hooking his arms around Harry’s neck gently. “Hey, Haz.” He whispered.

“Don’t mind me! And hello Harry.” Niall shouted from nearby, obviously finding fascination in an object Harry owned.

“You’re probably wondering why Niall’s here with us.” Louis began.

“Of course he is, dip shit.” Niall joined in, still staring at one of Harry’s books in awe. “He’s just too polite to say anything.”

“Shut up, will you?” Louis demanded sarcastically. “Listen, Harry-”

“Don’t start it like that! It sounds like someone’s dying.” Niall interrupted.

“Niall!” Louis shouted, Niall smirked at Harry but carried on picking at Harry’s book. “As I was saying, Harry... we have to go home.” The sentence alone made Harry’s breathing hitch and tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just... Niall’s finally well enough to travel back and... I can’t leave my family alone any longer. They may be in danger because of me and I just can’t take it any longer.” Harry nodded stiffly and sniffed audibly.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I understand, glad you’re feeling better Niall.” Niall only showed signs of having heard Harry by waving enthusiastically at him. “Goodbye.” Harry said to Niall and turned to Louis, who in turn, had tears spilling from his ocean blue eyes. His eyes, that Harry noticed he would never see again. Louis kissed his forehead and lingered there for a second, Harry pulling his body into his chest for a second, before sniffing again, finally letting Louis go.

In those few seconds, Harry thought of everything to do with Louis. His appearance, his voice, his crazy antics, his sassiness, his love for carrots... He remembered one time, on the fifth night, Louis and Harry sneaked downstairs and stole carrots from Henry’s fridge. Harry had enough misery and loss in his life, why should Louis be added on to his list? Now, staring at Louis’ abnormally large ass, Harry felt something like courage. For the first time in his life, Harry refused to let something so precious be taken away from him.

“... Can’t I come with you?”

The question hanged in the air for a few seconds, causing both Louis and Niall to freeze. Harry ran a hand through his hair and waited patiently for Louis to reject him. Instead, Louis pivoted swiftly around on one foot with a grin plastered onto his face.

“I thought you’d never ask.”