Run Away from me (A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction) (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 9

Nine

I woke up to someone tapping on my shoulders gently.

"Haz."

"Harry..."

I just grunted. I attempted to speak and tell that person to stop, but words came out as incomprehensible grunts. I tossed and turned into the unfamiliar mound of blankets and pillows while burying my face into one.

But unfortunately, the tapping and shaking didn't stop.

"Harry, get up." With that statement, my mind started to work properly and gave me a sudden realization. 

It's Louis who's talking. 

It was just right then when I realized that I wasn't home. I've uncovered my face and turned towards Louis who looks a bit impatient. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and I was surprised to take the view in front of me. Louis, with his hair wet and drippy, and just a towel wrapped in his body, stood in front of me while he reached out to shake me further.

My jaw almost dropped because of what I've seen. Tattoos were all over his chest and arms. "Are those tattoos?" I said with a little hint of enthusiasm.

"Yes, Haz. Come on, get up."

"Ugh. But I don't want to get up yet. What's the time? My class doesn't start 'til 1 in the afternoon." I attempted to lay back in the made-up bed only to be stopped by Louis' strong hold.

"I've figured out. It's ten past seven. But I've got some plans for us this morning."

I looked into him directly. "What plans?"

"Let's go out for a jog and take some pictures. I'll show you how I really do it."

I groaned but still got up. I really don't want to wake up so early but I also want to take some pictures for today, do some photo shoot and the like, the exact plans we had for last night which were unfortunately cancelled because of uhm, Louis' break-up with his boyfriend.

I got up and walked towards the bathroom. Louis called out. "You want to borrow some shirt Haz?"

"Yes, please." I shouted back.

Before I entered the bathroom, Louis handled me a navy blue shirt. My stay for the night at Louis' was abrupt so I wasn't able to prepare some shirt. I took a shower and used a spare toothbrush from Louis' medicine cabinet. The water woke up a little bit more and by the time I was done, I dried myself up with a towel and pulled the same underwear and pants from yesterday. I wore Louis' shirt and sure, it was a little bit small for me but it's enough for me to be comfortable with it.

I got out of the bathroom and saw Louis seated on the couch while sipping on his cup of tea.

"Come on Haz. Get some tea if you want then we'll go in 10 minutes."

I helped myself out with a cup of tea and settled beside Louis.

He was silent for a minute until I talked.

"So where will we take the pictures?"

He shrugged. "Anywhere where people looks interesting. And where the scene devours all of your attention." I nodded at him.

A few minutes later, we're both done with our tea. Louis put the cup into the sink and left it there for later. We put on our sweaters and our shoes and headed outside. Louis carried his camera while I strolled after him.

The wind was cold but it was bearable. There are a few people, some students headed towards school and some elder people talking in the side of the streets. As we walked, we saw a woman walking her dog with a smile on her face. She smiled at Louis and waved at him. Louis waved back. Actually, people seem to know Louis everywhere we go. Now I'm not wondering why the biker Goths I've encountered before was scared of him.