Larry Stylinson//Fluff One Shots

Its Just A Nightmare

Warnings: None

Summary: Louis has a horrible nightmare about Harry and Harry is the only one who can make him calm down.
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Its 3 am, Louis is twisting and turning, he's shuffling from side to side in his bed, he cant stay still and he cant sleep in peace. He's clenching his fists onto his bed spread for comfort but the thoughts become worse.

"Harry please," Louis begs, his voice cracking and tears near the verge of pouring out of his crystal blue eyes. But Harry doesn't respond, he hasn't been responding and Louis is worried.

Harry gathers his belongings and makes his way to the front door, not turning to look at Louis once on the way. Louis stands in disbelief not knowing whats going on. Harry passes by Louis and reaches out to twist the golden door knob to their house but Louis jumps in front of him to stop him from going anywhere. Sadly, Louis' too small and dainty to keep big, tall Harry from doing what he wants to do so Harry gently pushes right by Louis to get to the door once again.

Louis is panicking, he doesn't know what to do and he has no time to think. Without a thought in mind Louis grabs Harry by the arm and pulls him in by the waist causing their lips to crash. Louis gives his best effort with the kiss making it a kiss he hopes Harry will remember. He bites and sucks on Harry's bottom lip, he doesn't want the kiss to get heated but he wants it to feel good in hopes that maybe, just maybe Harry will change his mind on what he was planning to do. But Harry pulls away. He wants none of it, none of this, none of Louis. He stands there staring at Louis, and he sighs. He turns around and heads for the door knob once again and this time, he's out the door leaving Louis standing behind, watching, watching Harry leave him. Tears are in Louis' eyes, but they aren't coming out, they wont fall because he has the smallest sense of hope that Harry might not go, he might just stay. But he's wrong, because Harry backs out of the driveway in his red and black shimmering Lamborghini and this time he does leave Louis in the dust, lost and alone.

And now the tears come, they fall like a waterfall streaming down into a river, a river of tears. Louis slouches down into the corner of what used to be him and harry's home but is now just his home. He's sobbing, ugly sobs, and he hates it, he's disgusted at himself, but he saw this coming. As if Harry would actually stay with Louis forever, Louis is ugly and small and weak and clingy and he doesn't deserve Harry, he should let him go.. but he cant.

Suddenly Louis hears a huge crash and a bunch of sirens followed by it. He stands up and peaks out of his window to see what's going on and he's shocked by what he sees. It's a car wreck, but its not just any car that got in the wreck, its a red and black Lamborghini... just like Harry's.

Louis' heart jumps, he's panicking all over again and this time it's worse. He feels like he could faint and drown in his sadness but he has no time for that. He rushes outside to catch up to the scene of the crash. It cant be Harry, no Harry wouldn't get into a wreck he's never even come close to getting a ticket, he's a way better driver than that.

"Whats going on!" Louis shouts as he pushes past the crowd of people crowded around the wreck. He makes his way to one of the paramedics who is placing a body onto one of the stretchers.

As he approaches the bed the face is familiar, the curls the clothes, everything is familiar and now Louis is weightless, it is Harry.

"Sorry sir, nobody is allowed to get near the stretcher please step back." One of the cops says as he blocks Louis from getting any closer to Harry.

"He's my boyfriend!" Louis' voice cracks as he yells at the cop. Or at least he was his boyfriend. "Is he alive, is he breathing? Please!" Louis asks in despair, tears pouring out again and he cant hold them in this time.