I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter eighteen

Louis had been staying with the Horan's for five days now. He loved being there, Maura was so kind to her boys and even though he wasn't one, he felt like it. He loved being with Niall after school because even when Niall was in one of his moods, as Harry likes to call it, Louis was always making Niall laugh in some way which kept him entertained. And he loved being with Harry, simply just because he loved him. Louis and Harry didn't spend all their time together, sometimes Harry needed his space so he would slip out of the house and go for a run, or sometimes he would sit in his room doing his homework simply because he just needed the quiet time, and Louis understood that. It wasn't his house anyway, it wasn't an option to annoy him and end up getting sick of each other. So sometimes Louis would go out for a while and visit his sisters, or go to the school library like he used too and read for a bit and get some work done, other times he would just go sit on his own at his and Harry's park, just to watch people walk past him, everyone happy, and he would think he is happy too, he just needed time on his own to think.

Harry thought Louis was happy too, he seemed happy, always making people laugh and never worrying about himself, it wasn't until he was woken up Tuesday morning, well what felt like morning, to the usual sight of Louis laying next to him, face turned to the wall, though this particular morning he was curled in on himself, letting out muffled sobs and mumbling words Harry couldn't quite make out. 'Louis? Are you okay?' Harry didn't get a reply so he asked again, louder this time. 'Lou, are you awake? Answer me boo' Harry moved closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek, which he softened into slightly, it was then that Harry realized Louis was asleep. Harry hadn't dealt with anything like this before, sure he has had nightmares hisself and has woken up suddenly, shaking and in a pool of his own sweat, but never had he dealt with someone else. 'Lou, wake up please' Harry shook his body slightly, speaking with a small voice trying not to scare him, when he recieved no answer, as he expected, he layed back down next to him, pulling Louis towards, nestling his head against Louis's so his mouth was just behind his ear. There he gently placed a kiss and then mumbled soft words to him 'Wake up Lou, you're just dreaming. Every thing's okay, just wake up, please' Harry felt like he sat there helplessly for hours before Louis's cries finally stopped and he was sleeping peacefully, when in reality, having Harry doing those things affected Louis straight away, and it was only a few mere minutes before Louis's nightmare had ended and he was sleeping again.

Harry was restless for the rest of the night, he would fall asleep and wake up with Louis not in his arms so he would make himself wake up so he could pull Louis closer to him again, then he would lay there and think about what's going on in Louis's pretty mind before falling asleep again. When his alarm went off in the middle of these thoughts he was ecstatic and immediately getting out of bed to go for his run. He played their song on repeat the entire time, unable to stop himself from singing along because ever since Louis showed him it, even though Miley's videoclips were 'ratchet as hell' as Louis would say, it was a really nice song, and maybe it is one hundred percent them. When Harry got home Louis was still asleep so he just continued his usual mornings activities, getting in the shower and washing himself off. 'Harry?' He could here a faint voice calling his name, out of instinct he was out of the shower and opening the door to find Louis sprawled across his bed.

'Lou, are you okay?' Louis's eyes were wide open, he was pale and looked sick.

'Could you get me a bowl or a bucket or a toilet?' Louis was speaking really slowly and Harry was slightly panicking. He made his way towards Louis, placing a hand on his forehead and moving his hair out of his face, his forehead was slightly wet from his sweat.

'Do you want a hand to the toilet? I can carry you Lou'

'Don't know Hazz, not feeling good' Harry nodded slightly then made his way to the kitchen, ignoring Maura's nagging about him making too much noise and a mess, then practically running back into his room where Louis had managed to sit himself up.