Insanity {H.styles}

Chapter 24

Harry in the new Dunkirk trailer is so hawt🔥
Did anyone else feel the need to save Harry in that drowning scene?!?!
I mean i can't swim but for him i would die trying...
~Porticus
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"Hey, how come you're up so early?" Louis's croaky voice spoke. I turned my head to face him, "Harry was talking in his sleep, I didn't want to wake him, so I just came here." I said, looking at the clock on the wall. It was now 06:15 am.

Louis nodded and sat down next to me on the couch. "What was he saying?" He asked as he sat a little closer, "Just, uh- just her name." I stuttered.

Lou nodded again and I slightly scooted across the couch. He smirked. Does making me feel uncomfortable amuse him or something?
"You have such beautiful eyes..." Louis said, taking me by such surprise that I felt my heart jump.
"Thanks." I muttered.

We sat on the couch for an hour in awkward silence, which is what we seem to do best. I could feel his blue-green eyes glued on me. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but he beat me to it. "What are those marks from?" He asked, I followed his stare to my hand, "Oh, I tend to scratch my hand sometimes, when I'm nervous or scared."

He began raising his eyebrows and taking my scarred hand in his. "I'm fine Lou." I mumbled, pulling my hand away as Harry wobbled downstairs.

"Morning Harry." I said and Harry just grunted in response.

"Well, I guess I should get going then." Louis announced, getting up from the couch and heading towards the front door. "Where are you going?" I questioned him.

"The bottle store opens in about fifteen minutes." He said, glancing at the clock.

I scoffed at him as he left.

I sighed and got up to go to Harry. He was leaning against the counter tops and held out his hand which I took. "I need to go out again tomorrow." He lowly said as I intertwined my fingers with his.
"Again? Where are you going?" I asked.

"To Niall, a friend. It's nothing you should be concerned about." He said and I nodded, wrapping my arms around his torso. "Just hurry back okay?" I said. "I will." He said, squeezing me tighter.

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I kissed Harry as he left and closed the door behind him. I then gave one irritated glance towards a hung over Louis and went upstairs. How does he drink so much? He isn't even a social drinker; he will just sit by himself on the couch and get drunk. Where's the fun in that?

Once I was upstairs I began to clean and move old and dusty boxes around. "Uh, shit!" I yelped. The bottom of one of the small cardboard boxes had broken and everything inside it, including a black file had fallen on my now sore toe.
I picked up the file that had 'LOUIS' scribbled on it by what looked to be by a young boy. I opened it and on the first page was a photo of little Louis on the day he was born. How cute, I thought.
On the following pages were photo's of him as he grew older and with his siblings. I was almost finished the book when I stumbled upon a picture of a 14 -15 year old Louis with a curly haired, baby faced boy... Harry. They looked like your typical no-good teenagers.
There were three other picture of them together which was cute.

I then froze up as I heard Louis making his way up to the attic. I quickly put the stuff back in the broken box and soon enough his head popped into the room, "Hey, wanna drink?" He asked, sitting on the bed and handing me a bottle from the sixpack of beer be brought with him
"Uh, sure." I said, taking a bottle from him after he opened it for me.
I took a small sip , 'gross' I said to myself. Louis smirked at my disgusted  expression and took a beer for himself.
"So tell me Kylie, before this all happened, where did you see yourself in the next ten years?" Louis asked in an attempt to start up a conversation.