Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 11

I'm going to try to make this as long as possible and as well-written as possible to make up for the literal shit this story has been.

January 11th

Louis sat up quick in bed, seeming as if he'd just woken up from a nightmare. He was panting and wide-eyed, too, so that made it seem more like he had just dreamt something awful. He glanced around for Zayn, but he wasn't in the room. He looked at his clock to see it was nearly noon.

Louis stood up. His legs and hands were shaking with nerves. He could feel Harry close to him, and he wasn't sure if it was a legit feeling or if he was just imagining it because he was expecting Harry to be there.

"Harry?" Louis asked quietly, just in case Zayn was nearby. He didn't get a response. Louis glanced back around the room, hoping he'd just missed sight of Harry. But how could he? He knew that if Harry was anywhere near him, he would know.

"No." Louis muttered. He tried not to lose hope, but things were looking dim when he walked around the entire house and Harry wasn't anywhere. Zayn wasn't anywhere, either. Neither were Liam and Niall. Had Harry gone with them somewhere? No, Harry was a ghost. Could Harry leave the house? Was Harry even here?

He was. Harry was there, but Louis couldn't see him. Louis knew that, and he accepted it with a few tears. He tried to stay positive. Harry's going to be back in a few days- by his birthday, he'll be right here. Louis carried those positive thoughts with him to bed.

January 12th

When Zayn came to wake Louis up, Louis whined in protest. He didn't want to open his eyes only to see Harry wasn't there. Not again- he couldn't handle this again.

"I'm not feeling well." Louis muttered. He had slung his arm over his eyes, covering them and most of his face so Zayn didn't try to wake him up with kisses- which always got Louis out of bed. Louis felt Zayn shift and press a kiss to Louis' wrist.

"Okay, babe." Zayn said softly. He stroked his thumb over Louis' bottom lip, because he clearly couldn't kiss Louis like this. "Do you want me to lay with you?"

The words got Louis thinking about Harry again, because Harry would have never asked. He would have lay down with Louis and pulled the smaller boy into his arms, cradled him close to his chest and kissed his cheeks and forehead until Louis was better. He would even sneak a kiss on the lips when Louis let his eyes drift close, just because he could and he knew Louis would whine- which he found, for some reason, extremely adorable.

"Please." Louis muttered. He could imagine Zayn smiling, now, as he climbed into bed next to Louis. He pulled Louis into his chest the way Harry would, but somehow it felt completely different. Zayn's hands weren't as big as Harry's, so they felt so small on the small of Louis' back. With Harry's, well, Louis would feel consumed, devoured, and it felt nice. It felt safe.

Louis tried not to think about it. He fell asleep in Zayn's arms and stayed asleep, wishing desperately for dreams about Harry that wouldn't come.

January 13th

Louis woke up the next morning, actually opened his eyes for the first time in about twenty-nine hours. He stayed in bed, though, and watched television all day. Zayn stayed with Liam and Niall, leaving Louis for some alone time (another thing that Harry would have never done). He came in occasionally to check on Louis as if he were a five-year-old girl rather than his boyfriend. He brought Louis soup and pain medication and cough drops. Louis thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek and an "I love you," every time.

January 14th

Louis faked sick again, and the same thing happened today as if had yesterday. Zayn left Louis on his own, brought him soup and medicine and cough drops. Louis gave him kisses and "I love you,"'s. He knew he couldn't keep it up forever. It didn't matter that he'd only been at it for three days, he wouldn't be able to do it any longer- not without Zayn catching on.