Dark Heart (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 10

"Hello?"

"Hello!?"

"HELLO?"

"Anyone?"

   Louis woke up a few minutes ago lightheaded and confused. He was alone in a dark place and he felt strange, especially every time he tried to sit up. It felt like an extremely heavy weight was placed on his stomach preventing him from being able to do so, but at the same time he felt light and empty. As if he was in a room with no gravity and nothing but common sense keeping him grounded.

It took another couple of minutes, but his senses were starting to kick back in. Enough to where he could decipher that he was indeed on a bed. He was underneath the sheets and propped up with a few pillows.

That still didn't help him with his main question, however. Where was he?

Suddenly, a light filled the room. It wasn't a lot of light, just the moonlight coming through the window, but it was just enough to to see the outline of everything in the room. It was then when he realized that the darkness was only his eyelids because he had his eyes closed the entire time.

That lead to another question... Why did he feel so weak?

He was so sluggish and slow with no memory whatsoever or any recollection of how he got in this position. He remembered his name, of course, but nothing else. Nothing.

    After a few more attempts of sitting up, he succeeded which gave him a sense of relief as he knew that his strength was returning. And he took that time to look around. As he took in his surroundings, a familiar feeling passed through him. He has been here before. If only he knew where 'here' was...

  He swung his feet over the side of the bed slowly. He was still feeling a bit weaker than normal. Even though he didn't quite know what his normal was. He wishes he did though. It's very aggravating to not remember anything. He should be freaking out as well but he felt that this was all familiar and, again, normal for him so it was very calming.

He scooted forward to the edge of the bed until his sock feet touched the cool floor. He didn't feel quite strong enough yet to stand up but he was starting to feel impatient. Impatient to move on. Impatient to see what was going to happen next. So he stoop up.

He managed to keep his balance for a few full seconds before his knees crippled from underneath him, sending him tumbling down with a large crash. On his way down, he managed to bang his head on the corner of his bed side table.

(Ouch)

  Harry was sitting on the couch downstairs trying to figure how to change the channel on the television. So far, he has managed to buy quite a bit of movies, that he will never use, and changed the options on the tv to add captions to the bottom of the screen in a foreign language. Of course he didn't know what he was doing but none of it was what he wanted to happen so he threw the remote at the wall near the tv in frustration, successfully smashing it into tons of tiny little pieces. The loud sound echoing throughout the house. But that wasn't the only sound, other than the blare of the tv, he heard another loud crashing sound upstairs. And it didn't take a genius to know what was making that noise. 

Harry had heard Louis wake up around ten minutes ago considering he was nearly screaming at the top of his lungs. He has never been around such an obnoxious human. Well... Not that he much human anymore. But he doesn't need to know that, even though he will find it out eventually. Right now, however, he needs to focus on the present. The present as in hearing Louis stumble his way down the stairs.