Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Sixteen

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The rest of the night we spend sharing our thoughts on the galaxy, afterlife and other random subjects like that. It wasn't serious but it was nice to just talk about something without having to really think about what I'm saying because it could be used against me. During interviews, you always have to be careful with what you say because people will always try to twist your words and make it sound like something else. It can get pretty tiring but I'm just glad I can be myself around Louis, knowing he won't tell anyone the things I share with him. I remember telling him that I'm gay and there hasn't been a single article or any type of rumour going around afterwards, whereas I've had 'friends' in the past who're all too eager to sell any kind of information to the tabloids, even my address or phone number!

Talking to Louis feels like talking to my best friend whom I've known since I was little. I can tell him anything and he won't judge me, he might laugh but I think he would support me no matter what.

We end the night and go to our separate cabins. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep, pretty worn out from swimming, the photo shoot and just being outside all day. Taking a nap on the beach in the middle of the day might not have been the best idea I've ever had because I'm wide awake at half 5, not in the mood to check my phone or laptop I crawl out of bed, put on a pair of shorts and make my way over to the toilets. I notice the light in Louis' cabin is still turned off as I walk back and decide that sleep won't happen anymore so I might as well make some tea and enjoy the sunrise.

A cup of steaming hot tea in my hand, curls flying everywhere thanks to the nice breeze and I'm just staring at the sea as the sun starts to show itself. I pull the blanket I've brought with me tighter around my shoulders, completely drowned in my own thoughts.

"Morning" I hear a sleepy voice saying from behind and jerk my head to see who the intruder is. I can't help but smile as Louis approaches me, his hair is pointing in every direction possible and he looks absolutely adorable. "Good morning, sleep well?" I ask a little surprised at how deep my voice sounds. Louis just nods as he stands next to me and stares at the rising sun.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he says after a few minutes of silence. "Hmm?" I respond, still staring at Louis. "The sun, Harry" he chuckles, turning his head to look at me and I know I've been caught staring but he doesn't comment on it and I turn my head to watch the rising sun again.

After about 10 minutes I notice Louis shiver and I offer him my blanket but he declines. I see him wrap his arms around himself from the corner of my eye and he starts rubbing his skin, an obvious sign that he's cold. I step backwards, put my now empty cup down and stand behind Louis, opening my blanket covered arms and wrapping them around him. He freezes and doesn't say a thing but it's normal to want to keep your friend warm, right? This is something Gemma and I have done on holiday many times and I would do it too if it were Zayn or Nick, right?

I should stop thinking about it because if I were to make Louis uncomfortable he'd tell me or step away but instead his back is pressed against my chest and he even leans his head back a little. It's actually quite romantic, ignoring the fact that we're not dating and Louis has a boyfriend and all that.

The sun keeps rising as Louis pulls himself free from my hold, telling me he's going to find a cardigan to wear. Meanwhile, I drop the blanket off at my cabin, not bothering to grab more clothes as I can already feel it'll get pretty warm today. I hate how our summers are incredibly humid, 35 degrees is practically unbearable and days like those should be spent with me in a swimming pool and a cute boy bringing me cocktails.

Louis eats some kind of sugary cornflakes as I munch away on granola. Just the look on his face when I ask him if he wants the same as I'm having is priceless. The boy has a sugar addiction and hates working out yet he's very fit, it must be the football. During breakfast, Louis tells me about how he loves to train the little kids with his friends and often just plays a short game with his friends as well. From what I've seen at the O2 Arena and back at summer camp he's pretty good at it!