Breathe Me//Larry/ Niam

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Well hello there Louis...DIS PIC THO! Anyways uh I don't have anything to say so... LETS GET DOWN TO BUISNESS TO START READING, THIS CHAPTER
( I'm Mulan AF people don't judge) Song: Never Forget you by Zara Larson

(Louis' POV)

Thunderstorms.

Why Thunderstorms. It always starts with grey skies and the innocent rain begging to get in by tapping your window.

Thunderstorms.

Eventually, the rain has a more urgent need to get in and will start banging on your window practically screaming, "LET ME IN!!"

All you want to do is ignore it but it won't go away.

Thunderstorms.

Soon, the rain starts to get impatient, and puts on a light show to grab your attention.

Thunderstorms.

The rain starts to wail, and screech in a low toned, but intimidating voice that makes your bones shudder and your house tremble.

Thunderstorms.

Oh, how I hate thunderstorms.

I wake up to the unforgiving wails of Thunder. I scream quietly and hide under my covers. "No way," I thought. "I'm not letting this happen again." I lay in bed staring at the ceiling until I thought, "Ok maybe its over..." and the, 'BOOM!' the rowdy deluge strikes again. I whimper, "Maybe Harry could help me?" He'll probably brush me off, but It's worth a try...

As I get up, lightning streaks through the window and I duck down, terrified. I decide I'm going to crawl into Harry's room . The lightning stole my ability to walk.

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When I reach to Harry's bed, I start to second guess myself.

What if he just brushes me off? He probably won't care, and just wants to be left alone...

Oh well, I'm desperate right now.

I shook Haz's shoulder. "Harry" I whispered. No answer. "Haz" I said a little louder. Thunder boomed in my ears. i'm terrified. "HARREH" I shook him as hard as I could. He groaned. "What Louis?" He replied sleepily, " It's like 1:00 in the morning," he said looking at his clock. I realized he probably wouldn't care.

"Never mind" I said quietly. I'm so stupid. Why am I bothering him? I'm so selfish just to come in his room to wake him up about something so stupid. "No, now I want to know," Harry said. "That is my pet peeve and you know that," Harry said. I groaned. I totally forgot about that.

It's not like I remember everything that he tells me! I'm not even paying attention to what he says half the time."So what's wrong?" He asked seeing my scared face. "I-It's really nothing Harry. Don't worry about it," I say, totally regretting it. I want to tell him, but he's gonna make fun of me for it.  On cue, a bright light shown through Harry's window.

I tried to dodge the window like the light tried to hit me. Shortly after, starting low, but getting louder, thunder came. I winced and covered my head and ears trying not to hear it. "Oh," Harry said. "Your afraid of thunderstorms. Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Because it's stupid." I said quickly. "and embarrassing. But I used to be for the longest time,"

Harry watched me talk as I continued my story. "Thanks to thunderstorms, in the middle of being afraid of the dark, they made me afraid of monsters in the closet," I confessed, sitting down next to Harry, who adjusted himself from laying down to sitting up. "The lightning lit up the shadows on my window and which reflected on the closet door. I still haven't been that scared since,"