Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 4.5

I procrastinate. Sorry.

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Louis didn't want to wake up, but he did. He just woke up on his own, too. Zayn was still asleep right next to him. It was eight o'clock in the morning. Why on Earth did he wake up right now?

Louis rolled his eyes and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and stripped down, turning on the shower water.

Zayn woke up to the sound of singing. He was confused at first, thinking maybe he left his iPod on, but he discovered it was Louis in the shower.

Louis didn't even realize he'd been singing until he got out if the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and turned around to find Zayn standing there, leaning against the door frame, smiling.

"Morning." Louis said. Zayn walked over to him, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's waist and leaning down, pressing a kiss to his thin, soft lips.

"Having a good morning?" Zayn asked. Louis shrugged. Was he having a good morning? He'd much rather still be sleeping, but-

"Yeah." Louis decided. He'd see Harry later tonight, even if that Harry was merely his imagination. It was still Harry. "Why?"

"You were singing," Zayn said. Louis had been singing the same song Harry had sung for his X-Faxtor audition- Isn't She Lovely?

"Oh," Louis said. He stepped out if Zayn's arms and into their bedroom, throwing some clothes on (he had to fix his shirt- he'd accidentally put it on backwards).

"Are we doing anything today?" Louis asked. He'd put on a pair of sweatpants, a baggy shirt (he didn't realize it was Zayn's), and a blue beanie.

"No, it's our free day." Zayn said, stretching. Louis nodded. He would have gone back to bed, but he knew he wouldn't dream about Harry. Of course he had tried taking a nap when he'd started seeing Harry in his dreams, but that didn't ever work.

"Hungry?" Zayn asked. Louis nodded. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. "I'll make you some breakfast. Come down when you're ready."

Then Louis was alone. He was left alone to think about Harry. Was it true? Was Harry . . . coming back?

Maybe he should tell Zayn, but that would be the diary all over again. Zayn couldn't take away his dreams, no, but who knows what Zayn would do. Zayn probably thought he was crazy.

Louis knew where the diary was. It was in Zayn's desk drawer. Louis remembers pulling it out night after night before he began having the dreams.

Louis went and found the diary. It was just a notebook, actually. A green one with faded pages. He took it downstairs.

"Zayn." Louis said. He was turned to the third page- the third entry he'd written to Harry. He'd always wondered if the other boys day what Harry had written.

Zayn turned, his eyes widening when he saw the notebook in Louis' hands. "Louis! How did you find that?"

Louis just shrugged. He didn't have time for Zayn's questions right now. "Zayn, what does this say?"

Louis pointed to what Harry had written. Zayn came closer to look. "May 16th. Harry, are you-"

"N-not that." Louis said. "Where my finger is. What does that say?"

"Louis, there's nothing there." Zayn said. Louis' heart fell. Was he actually going crazy?

"But . . ." Louis trailed off, looking at the beautifully written words. Was e imagining it? "you don't see it?"

"See what, Louis?" Zayn asked. "There's nothing there. I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's . . ." Louis trailed off again. He blinked back the tears that were forming in his eyes. "nothing. It's nothing."

Zayn just gave him a weird look and went back to cooking, placing a kiss on Louis' cheek beforehand.

Louis went upstairs to put the notebook back. There were words there. The handwriting was nothing like Louis'. Louis couldn't have done that.

Maybe Zayn was lying. Maybe he did see the words. Maybe . . .

He decided to just ask Harry tonight, even if Harry wasn't real. Harry would set him straight.