Just keep running (L.S.)

3.

The moon was at it's highest peak up in the sky; drowning the two boy's in its illuminating light right from above them. It was a full moon, and Harry would always recall his father telling him stories about the man in the moon or how much beauty the bright star in the sky carried.

Though today, the moon didn't give Harry that usual majestic glow to him. No, it gave an eerie feeling to him as he and Louis walked through the almost ghost town of the campus as loud distinctive cheers were heard from far away in the stadium.  He still doesn't wonder what all the hype is about, and why this game deserves so much recognition. Just a couple of sweaty guys running around a grassy field doing some fancy tricks with their feet while kicking the ball around like a rag doll. It's honestly so barbaric. Chest is where the real sports should be cheered for.

"Am I losing my mind?" Louis voice tears through the air, so small and worried some. Harry nearly snaps his neck turning to look at the shorter lad with a deep frown on his lips.  "Am I going mad Harry?" Louis casts his blue eyes upwards to glance into the pair of emerald green. His eyes are holding so much confusion and sadness mixed in one. Harry couldn't bare it.

"No." Harry says after awhile. Lips pursed and green eyes glancing up to the sky thoughtful. "No, you're not."

"Good." Louis mutters quietly, swallowing a bit of his own saliva making his Adam's apple Bob up and down. "Because I know what I saw."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asks after a beat of silence; clasping his hands behind his back. Another cheer was heard from a great distance from where they were. Farther and farther it was sounding. "Or, we."

"I'm not even sure." Louis smiles tightly; almost miserably as he shook his head. "It's apparent that anything I will say or do will only be a shout into the void... Don't even know if what I saw was actually real or not anyways."

"We'll come up with something." Harry reassured with a shrug. He really doesn't even know where this caring persona is coming from. Before Louis came to his room, he was regular old Harry Styles with an attitude problem. Now he feels like he's turning into mush. "For now... We have to continue like everything is normal. There's probably no secret that they know we're on to this, so we just got to be more cautious--"

"I'm sorry." Louis cuts off, stopping his walking, forcing Harry's to stop his. "I dragged you into this-- and if I haven't yet, they most likely are going to find out eventually-- and I'm sorry Harry, I really am--"

"It's okay, Louis." Harry shook his head with a small smile. "You haven't done anything yet. Sure I guess I kind of wish this wasn't happening, and all but I also don't want the world to go through a zombie apocalypse and what not...." There's a pause. "Even if I don't actually consider humans to be worthy of existence."

"You're a human, genius." Louis rose an eyebrow at the lanky boy in front of him.

Harry sighs sadly. "I know." The blue eyed footie player cracks his own smile at that, shaking his head with amusement as they continued their walking again.   "Hey uh, I'm sorry to be a Debby downer and all, but don't you room with Stan?"

"I do."

"And what are you going to do?"

There's a small humming sound, as Louis continues to walk his way down the pavement with the tall lanky boy. "I was sort of wondering if you wanted a third roommate rather?"

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It's some where around midnight when Liam walks into Harry's and his dorm room looking all sweaty and tired. Harry wasn't asleep yet-- and for a matter of fact he really didn't have the mind to even consider going to sleep. Louis though was laying down right beside him; knocked out and lightly snoring. He was somewhat surprised but Harry wasn't looking at him while he slept.