In the Dead of Night (Larry Stylinson)

~Five~

Continuing from last chapter

Harry just smiled his charming smile, and I just stood there, speechless. I watched as Harry's eyes ranked over my body.

"Louis, it's rude to not invite people in." Lottie mocked me, standing a few feet away from the door. "Let your guest in," She said, walking over, slightly pushing ms out of the way. "I'm Charlotte." A light blush was on her cheeks, and a smile on her face. Harry barely even looked at her, eyes still locked on me.

I looked at my sister in absolute disbelief. Harry finally looked at her, and held out his hand. She shook it eagerly. "Harry," He said, voice smooth.

"Come in, please," Lottie, completely pushing me out of the way. I fell to the right slightly, pushing the glasses back up my nose. Harry smiled, stepping through the door. My questions were still unanswered.

I crossed my arms over my chest, a pink blush coating my cheeks from the realization that I was still shirtless.

"Lotts, please shut the door. It's freezing." I whined, rubbing my hands over my arms. I only looked at my sister, Harry's presence making me flustered and uncomfortable. I had no idea what to do with myself.

"Yes, I am aware. The temperatures are starting to drop. This is why we wear clothes, Louis." Lottie mocked, smiling sweetly at me.

"Fuck off." I mumbled, rolling my eyes, closing the door myself. Harry's eyes had snapped towards me in suprise when I swore. I guess I could understand that. At school I was very quiet, shy, reserved. I never wanted much attention, and I mostly kept to myself. I went to school to learn, not to mess around.

"Yes, Harry. Louis, here, has a potty mouth." My sister said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She seemed to believe she was a lot older than she actually was. She also believed she actually had a chance.

"I'm gonna go grab a shirt." I said, turning to leave. Before I did I tapped Lottie's shoulder and whispered, "Bit too old for you, yeah?" I could hear her huff in annoyance as I quickly ran to my room, throwing on a random hoodie.

I walked back into the living room, amused by my sister who was desperately trying to strike up conversation with Harry, and the boy obviously didn't care much. His responses were short from what I could hear, and I timidly approached the two, a light blush dusting my cheeks.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Some tea, water, or something?" I asked, brushing my fringe out of my eyes. I wasn't really used to having company over, trying to show my best manners.

Harry shook his head gently and smiled softly. "No, I'm good, Louis." He spoke softly. "Can we just talk?" He asked, and I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

"Um, yeah. Yeah." I said, throwing a glance over my shoulder. "We can just go to my room." I said shyly, my ears hot. I couldn't help it much. I just got flustered easily. Harry nodded enthusiastically at that idea which made my cheeks heat up even more. I turned slowly, leading Harry towards the stairs.

"Use protection, Lou!" Lottie screamed from behind me, causing me to whip my head around so fast I almost got whiplash.

"Charlotte!" I screeched, my face probably turning the deepest shade of red. It didn't help that I could hear Harry chuckling behind me. The younger girl ran into the kitchen, giggling with her hand over her mouth.

"Cute kid." Harry said as I led him the rest of the way to my room.

"Yeah." I mumbled awkwardly, watching as Harry looked at my room in full astonishment. I watched as Harry's eyes flickered over some knick knacks, movie posters, and some famous playwright's quotes that were taped to the wall. What Louis didn't know was that Harry had already seen his room.

I could hear the light scruff of my socks against the floor as I padded over to my bed, taking a seat. The matress creaked under my weight, and Harry's eyes snapped towards me.

"You weren't in school today, and I got worried so I'm came here." Harry said, making me swallow thickly. I nodded, blushing under his stare. I hated that I got like this.

"You can, um, sit if you'd like?" I said, well more like asked. I patted the spot on the bed next to me awkwardly, making Harry smile widely. He quickly strided over, plopping down next to me. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and looked like he almost savoring the moment. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything but like..." I trailed off. "How'd you know I lived here?"

"Friends worry about each other. We're friends right?" Harry asked, eyes hopeful. He completely ignored my question, and that made me a bit nervous. Were we friends? Did it count if all we really did was have Harry blab in my ear about nonsense all day? I didn't really know, but somehow I found myself nodding.

"Y-yeah. I guess we are." I breathed, twiddling with the hem of my hoodie. "Friends." I said, the word itself foreign on my lips. Harry smiled so wide, deep dimples popping out.

"Great!" He said, a little too enthusiastically for my taste. "We can do stuff on the weekends together now! It's normal to know where friends live, Louis. Completely normal." He said excitedly, but still didn't tell me how he knew I lived here. "We could go to the movies this weekend! Wait are you still sick? You feel okay?" He asked worriedly, putting the back of his hand against my forehead. I flinched slightly at the contact, moving out of his reach. I didn't quite miss his frown.

"I think I'm okay now... I was feeling a bit ill today, and I haven't had a day off in a while so I called mum to come get me." I said quietly. "I'm feeling a bit off still." I breathed, not telling him that I called my mum because he had been overwhelming me. He nodded, putting his hand back by his side.

"Your mum picked you up? Is she still here? I'd love to meet her!" He said quickly, thoughts and ideas flowing out of his mouth too quickly for me to keep up.

"She's around here somewhere... Probably playing dress up with the girls or something." I said, giving Harry a small smile. "Got a lot of little sisters running around here." I said fondly because I really did love them. I covered my mouth as a small yawn escaped me, nose scrunching slightly. I didn't miss Harry's incredibly fond smile either.

"Oh my god. You must be so sleepy.." He said softly. "You need your rest, Little Lou." He said softly, causing my jaw to drop a bit. He never called me that before.

"Uh.." I let out a breath. "I'm not little." I mumbled, causing Harry to laugh, literally laugh. He pushed me back gently, covering me up. I blushed at his actions, but I was perfectly capable taking care of myself. "It's okay, I got it." I whispered, but he shushed me.

"Give me a call when you feel better." Harry said, scribbling what I assumed was his number on a notepad on the small night stand by my bed. "I'll see myself out. Bye Louis." He said.

"Uh bye Harry." I said, clutching the blanket in my hands. He smiled at me and then was gone. I pulled the blanket over my head, letting out a groan because what the hell was that?

My door opened. "Have a good time, Lou?" A cheeky voice asked from the door. I didn't have to move the blanket to know who it was. I grabbed a pillow, and blindly threw it at Lottie. I must have had pretty good aim because I heard a small 'ompf' leave her mouth.

"Get out." I mumbled.

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Should I do a chapter in Harry's point of view?