Through The Dark // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6

Louis' POV

       I woke up in the afternoon of the next day, my arms around Harry's body. It felt so good to have him be this close. I woke up because I heard my phone buzzing from my bunk bed.

       It was a miracle that I got untangled from Harry without waking him up. Usually he was always the first one to get up or he woke up from the first movement I made. I suppose he was just really tired from the show last night. I was too. With all the drama that went on last night, I think we both could have slept another hour or so.

       I rolled my eyes and frowned when I saw I had a message from Will, one of our main managers from Modest!. Since I had the privacy settings on my phone jacked up, I had to unlock the iPhone to see the message.

       I didn't want to see the message. Whenever Will texted me, it was never anything good. It was mostly just to boss Harry and I around all the time. But I had to unlock my phone because I would get in trouble if I didn't answer.

What were you guys thinking?!

        The same old shit. Harry and I had probably done something he didn't like. He didn't ever want anyone to know we even spent time together.

What are you talking about?

The tweets from last night

What about them?

You and Harry sent them at the same time. You know you can't let anyone know you were together

Well you know we're in the same band right?

       I was done with this and allowed my natural sass to come out. I didn't care. Screw him. All he had ever done was hurt me. It was our other managers that actually scheduled things for us and made our careers what they were.

       Why couldn't Harry and I freaking tweet at the same time?! We are in the same band and do tend to travel together.

       A few minutes later, I got another text from Will. At the same time, Harry's phone got a new message. I read my phone first and it said:

You. Me. Meeting at 4. Skype me.

       Feeling sarcastic after my nice sleep, I typed back:

       Yes master :P

       Curious who had been texting my boyfriend, I picked up his phone. I was usually the more jealous one but this wasn't out of jealousy. I found it really odd that Harry got a text at the exact same time as I did. Maybe even a little creepy.

        I picked up Harry's phone and quickly typed in his passcode like I had done so many times to play games on his phone. It had been the same combination for years, my birth year. I typed in the numbers 1-9-9-1 and opened his messaging app. I wanted to know who the message was from. Harry wouldn't mind.

        I wasn't that surprised to find that the message was from indeed Will. I was hoping it wasn't from him. It read the same thing as my last message from him had said:

You. Me. Meeting at 4. Skype me.

        I looked at the time to find it was already 2:36 in the afternoon. Mir was probably time to get going and wake Harry up. It was odd because usually he was the one waking me up.