Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 16: Faded

A/N I apologize in advance for what you are about to read. But not really... :)

Harry opened his eyes slowly the next day, cautious of the morning sun, but its all in vain; the sun hadn’t even risen yet. He glanced up at the clock on the nightstand. It’s only half past five. His head is pounding lightly, his stomach churning slightly, but what hurts the worst is his legs and his arse. He stretches his burning thighs, tense from the work out they got the night before and rolls gently over to see Louis sleeping soundly, his face nestled into his pillow. Harry stares for a moment as Louis huffs a soft, whimpering sigh before his breathing settles back into a normal, slow rhythm. Harry reaches his hand out to brush the bangs off of Louis forehead before stroking his cheek gently. ‘Beautiful.’ Harry thinks as a single tear falls from his eyes. He wipes it away quickly, not even sure what had caused it. He sighs and turns to get out of the bed, making sure to not wake his sleeping boyfriend. 

He yawns and stretches his back, the vertebrae clicking into place one at a time. He reaches down to his suitcase and pulls out a pair of sweat pants and a large hoodie. Throwing them on he heads out of their room and down the hall to the kitchen, limping slightly as the burn in his legs and… elsewhere, returns. He groans as he enters the kitchen, willing the pain to just go away. He locates a bowl and some cereal and plunks himself down at the kitchen table to eat. 

He feels strange, not right, miserable. ‘Why?’ he asks himself. He has everything he wants; the perfect boyfriend, a new place to live away from his family, the best sex he’s ever had, which will most likely only get better. If he has all of that then why does he still feel like shit? ‘Empty?’ That’s the only he can think to describe it. He pushes the feeling deep into the pit of his stomach, trying to swallow it. He shovels food into his mouth to bury it there, trying to keep it hidden. He can’t afford to think that way now. Not when he is so close to happiness.

"You’re up early." Harry jerks his head up to see Jasper standing in front of him, stretching and yawning widely. Harry catches the contagious yawn and Jasper laughs at his sleepy movements and bleary green eyes.

"Yeah, I… um I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, I guess." Jasper just nods knowingly and makes his way over to the fridge to find his own breakfast. He pulls out a few odds and ends and throws them in a frying pan.

"Yeah, me too. I didn’t sleep much last night, though." He shoots a pointed look at Harry with his eyebrows raised. Harry’s face flashes bright red and he drops his head to stare into his bowl of milk.

"You… you… heard us?" Harry wants to curl into himself and disappear, to run and hide himself under some dark rock. Jasper just laughs.

"Oh, yeah. I think everyone in the whole building heard you." He laughs again. "Ffff-uck! Louis!" he imitates Harry’s screams, though not nearly as loudly, from the night before as he pounds his fist against the counter, sounding too eerily similar to the way Louis’ headboard had pounded against the wall for Harry to handle. "I’ve heard he’s a good lay, but, damn, he must have done a number on you to get that kind of reaction!"  Harry swallowed thickly as his throat dried.

"I’m… I’m really sorry… Jazz. I didn’t think… I guess I-. It won’t happen again." Jasper flips his egg scramble from the pan onto his plate and slides into the chair across from Harry.

"Don’t be sorry! I hope it happens again- that sounds weird- but you know what I mean. Seriously, you can be as loud as the hell you want! Just know that it gives me free reign to poke a little fun the next morning." Harry brought his eyes up to glance at Jasper through his bangs as Jasper smiles and winks at him. "But, in all honestly, I’m just glad it finally happened. Louis has been miserable not getting to fuck you. It was all he was talking about when he first met you." Harry furrowed his brow thinking about this.