Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Twenty Six

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We spend the entire flight in deep sleep, trying to ease the nearly inevitable jetlag that's about to follow once we're back home. I remember dreaming about the tour, the funny moments, the times where I wasn't doing so great, the onstage jokes. The number of times I fell or slipped on stage or when the boys would soak me in water, pull down my pants or whatever crazy thing they came up with.

When we touch land I'm starting to get a little nervous, nervous to see Louis because how will he act? I'm sure he'll be happy to see me but how will living together be? We say goodbye to the lads and have already made plans to meet up for a night out in a couple of days. "Nervous?" Niall questions as we get into the car that will take us to our apartment. "A little" I confess. Niall throws his arm around my shoulder and I lean into his touch, still feeling rather tired and very much looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.

We walk up the steps as we both search for our set of keys in our bags, our larger pieces of luggage pulled behind us. Niall is the first one to find his keys and unlocks the door. We pick up our suitcases and carry them into the hallway, it's still quite early and we don't want to wake Stan and Louis up if they're still asleep. I close the front door behind me and we agree to have a quick snack before we head to our separate rooms and take a nap.

Niall disappears into his bedroom with his suitcase in his arms before returning and taking mine to my room. "Thank you" I smile and head over to the kitchen to see what I have to work with in the fridge. I'm not surprised when the fridge is stocked up with beer, water, mayonnaise a few single pieces of fruit and some cheese. I chuckle and shake my head as I grab the cheese. "Grilled cheese sandwich and fruit it will be" I mutter to myself. I reach to grab the grill from its usual position on top of the cupboard but it's not there.

When I start looking for the grill Niall walks into the kitchen. "You've got to see this," he says with the biggest grin I've seen on him in a long time. "What is it?" I reply but instead of answering he grabs my arm and pulls me in the direction of my bedroom. "It's my bedroom, I've seen it multiple times" I reply as we approach the door that's standing slightly ajar. Niall slowly pushes the door so it opens further and I look around the room, trying not to trip over my suitcase that Niall left in the middle.

Niall literally pushes me forward and I finally get a glimpse of the bed, noticing someone is in it. I gulp and take a few steps closer and notice it's actually Louis, peacefully asleep in his starfish position in the middle of my bed. He looks absolutely adorable and I take a moment to fully take in the sight in front of me. I want to reach out, touch his arm or cheek, climb into bed with him, cuddle into his side and fall asleep in his arms but I'm startled when he stirs in his sleep.

I turn around, clearly missing the part where Niall snuck out of the room, and walk back into the kitchen. "Don't" I laugh as I see the look on Niall's face. "I didn't say anything" he replies with a smile. We look for the grill and find it in one of the bottom drawers next to some sugary cereal and I continue to make our snack. "It's so quiet in here" Niall sighs and it's true, the house is completely silent. On tour there are always people around us, you never have quiet or alone time, the only way to get some time for yourself is to close the curtain of your bunk bed and put earphones in.

"So good to be home," I say, placing a plate in front of Niall and grabbing some ketchup before he can even ask for it. We eat our grilled cheese sandwich and fruit, casually talking about things that come to mind. Niall clears the plate and asks me what I'm doing as he watches me pull a blanket from the hallway closet. "I'm going to take a nap on the couch" I reply. I don't want to wake up Louis or freak him out when he finds me lying next to him. "You're kidding, right? You have a beautiful man in your bed and you're going to nap in here? Not happening!" he replies, telling me he'll drag my limp body into my bedroom if he needs to.