Larry AU - Twisted (Slow updates)

Two

Birds chirping lured Harry from slumber, taking his hand and tugging him into the real world. Grogginess immediately hit him and he groaned, rolling over. Harry moaned, exhausted, into his pillow, not bothered to open his eyes. His naked body was warm beneath his blankets and he was content with his sleeping position. There was no point in moving, so he nestled deeper into the perfect heat of his duvet. The warmth reminded him of Louis, toasty and soft. He smiled at the thought if his fingers digging pleasurably into Louis' tan hipbones, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"What's the time, babe?" He sighed after not being able to go back to sleep for a number of minutes. Silence replied to him, shaking his soundless head at the curly headed boy, unknowing that his boyfriend wasn't going to be there.

"Babe?"

He slowly cracked his eyes open, confused as to his boyfriend's whereabouts. The blankets beside him were pulled back and empty, odd for a Saturday morning. Louis usually slept in forever on Saturdays. Harry would normally wake him up with a gentle kiss on the nose and a whispered 'wake up.' Harry smiled, maybe Louis was making breakfast. He weighed the possibilities of being brought breakfast and decided to just wait and see, hoping that he would soon burst through the door cuppa in hand a smile on his flawless face.

His pink tongue ran over his lips at the thought and rolled back over onto his side in eager anticipation. Fake sleep could only keep him occupied for so long, however, and eventually he could not contain his curiosity. Harry threw the sheets, his protection from the cold, aside and rolled towards the edge of the bed. He flinched as his bare feet made contact with the freezing wooden floor but soon the tingles subsided and Harry was able to walk without having to do some kind of tribal dance to avoid his feet freezing off. He crept down the stairs silently, resisting the urge to slide down the balcony because he knew he would fall off and get hurt as he always did.

Last time Louis had to race him down to the hosptial because he had managed to dislocate his shoulder on impact with the bottom storeys floor. That was a fun predicament to explain to the doctor. Not.

Louis used to find Harry's lack of balance hilarious but lately he was never laughing - not to mention smiling - he would need to ask him about that. He didn't want more bumps in their relationship than there already were. He wanted Louis to be happy, but he never was and it frustrated him. He knew he had a hot temper but it really wasn't that bad...was it?

He gingerly pressed his ear to the kitchen door and he couldn't control the furrowing of his eyebrows as he heard nothing from inside. Harry smirked, Louis probably heard him coming downstairs and decided to hide. Maybe he was in better spirits than Harry thought. Harry caught himself thinking about how he would find Lou and kiss him good morning. He would control his extremely sensitive emotions and be cheerful for once. He wouldn't let himself get angry, he was sure of it. He sniffed the air, smelling for anything that remotely resembled the scent of breakfast. The air was bland, scentless except for the faint smell of Harry's cinnamon deoderant.

"I know you're in there Lou." Harry giggled, finally pushing the door open wide to reveal....an empty kitchen? Where was Louis?

"Loubear? Stop hiding, I need to tell you something important."

Harry was nervous now, Louis wouldn't just leave the house without talking to Harry. He would usually leave a note signed with three x's explaining where he had trotted off to. Harry raced back upstairs and checked his bed for any notes frantically, still hoping that Louis was hiding somewhere. There was no note by his bed signed with three x's. Suddenly the house felt quiet, silence thick and eerie. Harry's hair was messed into a stack due to the constant twisting of his fingers as he searched for Louis.