Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 6: Gone

Louis awoke the next morning to a bright light shining through his living room window. He looked around bewildered to find himself laying on the floor for a second before all the events of the previous night came crashing back down on him. The fear, the anger, the hope, the final relief when he saw Harry open his eyes. How he had managed to keep it from his mind while he slept was a total mystery to him. He suspected it had something to do with the angelic boy sleeping on his couch, safe and sound, no more than a foot from where he was. At that thought Louis sat up and turned to where Harry was laying. Where Harry should have been laying, that is.

Louis was startled to see that the couch was empty. The blanket had been neatly folded and set in the center of the couch and the pillows had been fluffed and placed perfectly at either end. Louis’ eyes went wide with panic for a second before he heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. He let out a sigh and stood, stretching and ruffling his messy hair. He stretched his aching back, yawning widely and flinched at the smell of his own morning breath. Brushing his teeth would be a good excuse to check on Harry in the bathroom, so with this in mind he wandered down the hallway a little ways and turned to the first door on the left. He knocked gently before turning the knob and opening the door just enough to see in. He paused and almost groaned when he saw Jasper standing at the sink, brushing his teeth and admiring himself in the mirror. Louis pushed the door open and Jasper spun to look at him, a smile spreading across his lips before he turned back to the sink and spat.

"Morning, Lou! How’d you sleep?" Jasper said as he rinsed his tooth brush and set it back in the vanity drawer.

"Have you seen Harry?" Louis asked, trying to keep his voice casual. Jasper looked at him slightly confused, which caught Louis off guard. Had Louis imagined it all? That wasn’t possible.

"He was gone when I got up a little bit ago. I assumed you saw him before he left." Jasper reached out to grab a hand towel and wiped his mouth with it. "So, he just left?" I frowned and shrugged. "That’s kind of rude don’t you think?" Louis winced at those words. Harry may be a lot of things, but Louis was sure that rude wasn’t one of them. Why would he just leave though? That didn’t make any sense to Louis, after all he did for him. Not that he was expecting anything in return, he wouldn’t take it even if Harry had offered. He told Harry he would be there for him and he planned to stay true to that, no matter what. So, what would suddenly make him flee like that? Louis had a hunch he knew the reason.

"He tried to kiss me last night." Louis said with a sigh as he brought his hand up to brush his bangs from his eyes.

"He did?" Jasper gasped. "That’s great, Lou!" He patted Louis’ shoulder and flashed toothy grin at him.

"No, Jas, it’s not." Jasper frowned and furrowed his brow in question, "I stopped him. I shot him down."

"Why would you do that? Aren’t you into him?" Jasper brushed past him and walked toward the living room. Louis followed him and watched as he went through to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for something to make for breakfast. 

"Yeah, I am, but I couldn’t really kiss him after everything that happened last night, could I?" Louis hopped up and sat on the counter next to the fridge.

"You saved his life! I think that entitles you to at least a kiss, Prince Charming." Jasper winked and pulled a carton of eggs from the fridge, turning to retrieve a frying pan before flicking on the stove.

"Saving his life might be a bit of an exaggeration." Louis rolled his eyes, "I just mean, he wasn’t sober or anything. I would have felt like a complete jerk if I just kissed him like that. I would always wonder if it was just because of the drugs or if it was really what he wanted, ya know?" Louis pulled a couple of grapes from the bowl next to him and popped them into his mouth, chewing miserably.