Found Myself in Wonderland (Larry Stylinson)

-Chapter Six-

Louis awoke to light sniffing and he frowned to himself, he didn’t live with anyone so why would he hear anything?

He threw out his hand to his bedside table to grab his phone and frowned when his hand felt nothing. He looked around soon realising he wasn’t at home.

As if he’d been hit over the head he sat up remembering everything and looked over at Niall who was dangling out of the bed, a small patch of drool on the cover below him, occasional snort filling the silence.

He could still hear sniffing and he looked around eyes falling on the open door leading into the adjoining room.

Louis swung his legs out of the bed finding the floorboards to be surprisingly warm and he grabbed his shirt and trousers and slipped them on.

He tip toed towards the door, jumping when Niall let out a loud snore vowing to never share a room with him again. He continued to the door and looked around the door.

The Hatter was sitting on his bed looking down at his hat that was grasped in his hands as if it were anchoring him down. Louis had to blink and rub his eyes because the Hatter had the prettiest curls Louis had ever seen before.

”Hatter?” Louis asked knocking on the open door, the Hatter jumped and looked up with wide bloodshot eyes.

“Hello?” He sniffed, Louis hesitated before walking into the smaller room and over to the Hatter. He sat down beside him, leaning against the pillow. The Hatter didn’t appose to it so Louis took that as a sign that he was welcome.

“Why are you upset?” Louis asked softly, The Hatter gulped and tightened his grip on his hat.

“I remember things sometimes, and then I forget when I think of other things” He muttered eyes focusing on his hat again and Louis frowned as a tear ran down his cheek and fell onto the hat.

“Well, you need to sort the memories you can remember and then make room for the others, do you remember my name?” Louis asked

“Of course I do” The Hatter said looking up at him “You’re Louis and you’re nicer to me than your friend”

“Yeah, Niall doesn’t mean it though, he’s just as lost as you feel, only in a different way” Louis smiled “He’s a nice guy if you meet him in the right time”

“I understand I think” The Hatter frowned at his hat, sniffing and gulping before looking back at Louis

“But see, you do remember things” Louis said trying to make the Hatter feel better

“It’s not so much the things that are happening as much as things that have happened” He said, Louis blinked at him because that must have been the most sensible and understandable thing the Hatter had said so far.

“Well, talk me through what you can remember from before we met you for tea” Louis said. The hatters eyebrows knitted together in a look of concentration and Louis wanted to run his finger over them to sooth them.

“I remember- I remember” he said slowly looking increasingly angry at himself, he let go of his hat and looked away from Louis digging the heels of his palms in his eyes rubbing them roughly “I don’t know” He whined miserably

“Come on, don’t be so hard on yourself” Louis said taking hold f the Hatters arm and pulling gently. The Hatter allowed him to pull his arm back down to his hat and he dropped his other, fresh tear marks on his face

“You won’t remember anything with that attitude, forcing yourself to won’t help at all” Louis said softly running his hand along the Hatters arm reassuringly, He seemed to be watching Louis’ hand.