Apocalypse (larry stylinson)

Chapter 4

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Harry's p.o.v

"Daddy, is he sweeping?" A small voice whispers.

"Yes sweetie, he's sleeping, he's been through a lot." A high but low voice whispers back.

"Like what?" The small voice says. I peek through my eye lashes seeing two bodies hovering over me.

One taller than the other.

"I can't explain it sweetie, just let him sleep ok?" the older figure says.

"But daddy, he is nice," the voice whispers.

"I know, now come on, Zayn is gonna take you to eat with the others, I'm gonna stay with Harry," the voice whispers walking away.

"Ok daddy," the little voice giggles and runs off.

I stretch my arms over my head groaning a little as I did. I open my eyes looking at the average sized man leaning against the frame of the old door. I clear my throat and sit up as Louis jumps covering his heart.

"I didn't know you were awake." He huffs smiling sitting next to me.

"Did you sleep well?" He grins looking into my eyes.

"Mhm," I hum in my rusty voice. I'm still a bit tired, I'm very sore. I stretch my arms up over my head then lazily flopping them down into my lap.

"Um, so Lou made breakfast from the food we have, do you want to meet the others?" he asks getting up looking a bit flushed.

"Yeah, coarse," I nod lifting myself up off the bed following Louis out.

Louis leads me to the old creaky porch, with every step you took it would screech, with wood rubbing against wood.

I smell fire mixed with a kind of sent, something I can't make out.

"We have to go in the back," he said walking down the steps quickly waiting for me at the end.

"So, how long have you been with the group?" I ask looking down at him as we walk side by side.

"Um, few months maybe?" he looks into my eyes and grins happily. His blue eyes that shine like the sea, they're as deep as the ocean, as bright as the sky.

Something about him brings warmth to my heart, maybe how he cares so much for others? Or his sass?

I don't know, just something I can't figure out.

I look ahead and see Zayn, Amanda, Lou, I think Niall is his name? and two other people I don't know.

They look up at me with concerned looks, like they see some creature they have never seen before.

I look away making sure not to look up into the two strangers eyes.

It's ok Harry, Louis will have it under control.

"Come on," he smiles and walks a little faster. I fall behind.

The Niall guy walks up to me with a grin upon his lips and has his hand out.

"Hi, we didn't formally meet last night cause, Louis over there woke me from my slumber. I'm Niall," he nods holding his hand out for me to shake.

I realized he had a thick Irish accent when he spoke.

I smiled taking his hand shaking it firmly.