Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 6

Harry and Louis found themselves in total darkness, only they could see each other. It was strange. Everything was completely black, but the two of them were so clear to each other.

"Your mind works in strange ways, Louis." Harry smiled. They weren't in the same position they were usually in, Louis laying on his back and Harry laying on top of him. They were just sitting, now. Louis was cross-legged and Harry had his long legs out in front of him, crossed at the ankle.

"Yeah, I know." Louis said, blushing. Harry could see him blushing, even though the room was so dark. It really was strange.

"I go back and forth from this topic a lot," Harry said, biting at his lip for a moment. "but you really don't believe me when I say I'm not just your imagination, do you?"

"No," Louis muttered, looking down at his lap. He didn't know why he felt so bad for saying that- he was talking to himself. "I'm sorry."

"Would you believe me if I went into detail about what's going to happen to you tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Harry," Louis sighed. He didn't know why Harry- him, actually- was being so persistent about this.

"You can do whatever you want, you know." Harry said. "This is your dream. Try it."

"Try what?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't control his dreams, if that's what Harry was going on about.

"Yes, you can." Harry said, as if reading his mind (which, he probably was, because these were Louis' thoughts and Louis' Harry, so).

"Try it, Boo." Harry gestured to the blank space around them. "Picture a place- any place. It'll appear."

Louis closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were, in fact, in the place he pictured.

"Antarctica?" Harry asked, picking up a snowball that didn't affect the temperature of his fingers. "How luxurious."

"I just-" Louis choked a little bit, looking around in shock. "I know I'd never want to go here- I'd never actually-"

Louis felt around the snow with his fingers. He didn't get cold or anything like that. It was as if this were just sugar that could stick together. Fluffy sugar.

"Please picture somewhere else." Harry was looking out at the ocean. "Those penguins are making me uncomfortable- they're orange."

Louis closed his eyes again, and when he reopened them, they were in Paris, right next to the Eiffel tower.

"Beautiful," Harry smiled, looking up at the sky. There weren't any people around, and it was the middle of August, so there were red, orange, and yellow leave everywhere.

"You see?" Harry asked. He turned to Louis. "You can make things disappear, too, if you want."

Louis looked up at a tree shading them from the harsh sun, and all of a sudden, it was gone."

"It's a good thing we can't get sunburns in dreams." Harry said, shielding his eyes unnecessarily against the sun. He turned back to Louis after a moment. "Try to make me disappear."

"I don't want to." Louis said, glancing at Harry.

"Come on, Louis. I'm trying to prove a point here." Harry said. "Just close your eyes, picture me gone, then open them again."

Louis did. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, well, Harry was still sitting there.

"You can't get rid of me." Harry said. "Because I'm not just a figure you dreamed up. I'm right here. I'm real."

Louis didn't say anything for a while. He just sat there and stared at Harry. Harry stared back at him.

"You're coming back?" Louis asked, as if he actually believe Harry, now. "You're going to be real again?"

Harry smiled I'm relief, believing he'd finally gotten to Louis. "Yes, BooBear. I'm coming back. I'll be real again."

They'd spent up most of their time with Harry trying to prove to Louis he was real, so moments after that, Louis was beginning to fade.

"Zayn's trying to wake you up. You have meeting with Management today." Harry said.

"Oh." Louis said, disappointed. He remember how he didn't want to fall asleep because he didn't want to see Harry, but now, he wanted to stay asleep so he could stay with Harry.

"Put on shoes when you wake up, Boo." Harry warned. "There's a nail on the floor in the hallway. You might want to pick it up before Niall steps on it."

Louis raised an eyebrow, but he faded out of his own dream before he could ask. Harry was sat in Paris for a few minutes before he was pulled back into his plain, black room.

"You know, I prefer being in Paris with my lover." Harry joked to the voice that talked to him half the time he was there.

He wasn't expecting a response, but he got one anyway. 'Don't we all?'