Summer Sweethearts [Larry Stylinson] COMPLETE

Chapter 6

Louis is tossing and turning in bed. Sleep just won't come. It's not that he's too hot, and he's comfy enough. There's no urgent need to pee and his stomach isn't painfully empty. Everything is just fine except for one teeny, tiny thing.

Someone in the room beside his has been playing the beginning chords of the new 5 Seconds Of Summer song over and over again. All. Bloody. Night.

He turns on his stomach, pushing his pillow over his head, trying to block out the sounds. Louis groans in frustration. It's almost one am and he hasn't slept a wink so far. How will he ever manage a whole day of teaching football and entertaining kids without sleep? He barely has enough energy to do so normally.

A couple of minutes later, he decides in utter frustration that he can't take it anymore and takes action. He throws the blanket off, grabs the nearest pair of pants and storms off towards the room next to his.

He barges in – the door wasn't even locked. Harry's head shoots up in surprise, fingers in place on the strings of his guitar.

"Okay, mate. I get it. We all love 5 Seconds of Bloody Summer – that Luke lad is proper fit –but it's 1 a.m. already and I have a whole day of footie to look forward to. So, like, sleep would be nice," he whisper-shouts.

"Oh. Uhm, sure." Harry blushes, taking his guitar by the neck and getting up to place it against the wall. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know it was that loud, I just-" he blushes again. "Sarah told me she was looking forward to our lesson tomorrow. She told me she wanted to learn and play this song and I promised I would. But, like, it's harder than I thought it would be, and I'd forgotten about film night so I couldn't practice then." He looks to his lap. "I'm really sorry, though."

And that - well. Is actually terribly sweet. It doesn't get rid of Louis' exhaustion, of course, but he can't feel anything but endeared by experiencing firsthand how much Harry cares about every single one of the kids. And it also makes him guilty for yelling at him for it, not to mention taking up so much of Harry's time with the fake-dating.

"It's fine. Just try to quieten it down a bit. The song sounds fine to me, already. I think Sarah will love it." Louis smiles, reaching up to move his fringe out of his eyes.

"Do you think?" Harry does that smile where it takes over his whole face. Louis remains silent for a moment, taken in by the beauty of it.

"Uh, yes. Of course," he manages, blushing.

"Then I'll go to sleep, too." Harry yawns. "I clearly need it. Again, sorry for keeping you up. Just – any time I'm being too loud, you have free reign to come over and immediately tell me to shut up. I'm really sorry." He stretches, his joints cracking as Louis gets a glimpse of his love handles.

"It's okay," Louis whispers back, throwing him one last smile as he softly closes the door behind him and gets back to his own bed.

That night he dreams of guitars and a cute boy playing them.