∞ FOREVER: LOOPED ⟐ Larry × Lawrie ⟐ Brawl Stars ⟐

-- [{ Chapter 5 }] -- PT2

Yall I am so bad at this lmao. I don't know how to show like Mental health issues, or Love or wtv,  but I am doing my best 

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^^ Larry's POV ^^:

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I can't believe it. My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest, racing with emotions I can't fully put into words. I just can't resist it—him. I want more, so much more. I crave him. I need him.

Lawrie smiles at me, and that smile... it's radiant, warm, and yet tinged with concern. His eyes hold a quiet intensity, his expression silently promising to shield me from anything that might hurt me again. There's something lovestruck in the way he looks at me, something that makes my heart ache. How long has he waited for this? How long have I denied him what he deserves? I wish I could have given this to him sooner—this closeness, this certainty—but now, at least, I have.

His body is so warm, his heartbeat stronger and faster than my own. I rest my head against his neck, inhaling the faint, comforting scent of him, not wanting to ever leave his side. His hand is steady on my hip, guiding me closer, helping me settle into him. My eyelids grow heavy as I lean into the moment, surrendering. It's over. It's finally over. We're together now—forever. I feel it in every fiber of my being. I close my eyes, willing time to stand still, to let me savor this perfect moment.

But then, the stillness shatters. A sudden noise jolts me, breaking the fragile peace. My eyes snap open as I shift, trying to steady myself. I see brawlers spilling out of a house, making their way toward Piper. Fang leads the group, cradling a limp figure in his arms. My heart stutters as I try to process the scene. The person Fang carries looks unconscious, their form unrecognizable in the dim light.

What... what happened while I was asleep?

Larry--"Hey Lawrie..."

Lawrie--"Yes Dearie?"

God... I've never heard Lawrie speak to me like that before. His voice, so gentle yet so certain, wraps around me like a melody I didn't know I craved. It stirs something deep within me, making my heart flutter uncontrollably.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to steady myself, to play it cool. But the way he speaks, the way his words linger, makes it almost impossible to keep my composure. It's as if he's peeled back a layer of me I didn't even realize was there.

Larry--"Wh-what happened while I was a- asleep"

Lawrie--"You don't have to worry yourself about it, But I guess... let's say that me and you were found in the kitchen, we were taken care of and brought here, and same with the others, that survived... I don't know how many people survived or died, but yesterday was brutal, almost for everyone, and that may also include Piper"

Lawrie's voice is calm, soothing, but instead of easing my mind, it only sharpens my curiosity. My thoughts snag on Piper—Piper, who is always so cheery, so "golly," as she likes to say. Seeing her like this, worried and subdued, is jarring. I would have never expected her to be caught up in something like this.

She rises from the grass, her eyes fixed on the figure Fang is carrying. There's tension in her movements, an urgency that sets my nerves on edge. As they approach the still-loaded Fiesta, I squint to make out who it is. My heart skips, my breath catching painfully in my throat. No... no, it can't be. It's Draco.

My blood turns to ice. My body tenses as panic surges through me. I want to get up, to run to him, but before I can move, Lawrie beats me to it. He stands, lifting me effortlessly off his lap, and sets me gently on my feet. His hand finds my shoulder, steadying me. I feel the warmth of his touch, but it barely registers as we start toward Draco.