Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 12

"You-" Louis tried to say something, but his throat was clogged. He'd just walked in on Zayn, who loved him so so much, snogging the face off on Niall, Louis' band-mate- his best friend now that Zayn was his boyfriend.

Zayn and Niall pulled away from each other quickly, staring with wide eyes at Louis. Louis, who stood broken and defeated in the middle of the room. How could Zayn do something like this? Sure, Louis had kissed Harry, but that was in a fucked dream! That wasn't cheating, was it? No, because it was a dream. But Harry was real. Harry was real, right?

Thoughts began to swarm Louis' mind, and for a long moment, he couldn't move. That long moment was all it took for Zayn to be standing up and rushing forward, placing his hands on Louis' cheeks. That's when Louis snapped out of it. He looked into Zayn's eyes and pushed him away. Tears welled up in his own eyes and he ran off, locking himself in his and Zayn's room.

Louis curled up on the bed and cried. Zayn knocked on the door, shouted through it and tried to get Louis to open it. Niall and Liam did, too, only they weren't shouting. They were just knocking softly, talking through the door and trying to tell Louis they wanted to talk.

Talk. Louis didn't want to talk, he wanted to lay here and cry and pray for Harry to come back soon.

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Louis woke up early the next day. He sat up, his body stiff, and rubbed his eyes. It was February 1st- Harry's birthday, when Harry comes back. Louis got up quickly and looked around the room. Harry wasn't there, and there was no sign that Harry had been there. Was there a certain time that Harry was coming back?

Louis still had the horrible thought that Harry wasn't coming back in the back of his mind, but he didn't think about that. Harry was coming back, and he would think it over and over and over again until he believed it, until he was back in Harry's arms, his ear pressed against Harry's beating heart.

Louis opened the door to his and Zayn's room quietly and peeked out. There was nobody in the hall. Louis considered going into Niall and Liam's rooms, but he decided against it. First of all, their doors were closed, and second, Zayn was bound to be with one of them.

Louis opted for going downstairs first. Harry wasn't in the living room, which only made Louis' heart drop more. Where could Harry be?

Louis looked in all of the rooms downstairs, but Harry wasn't in any of them. Louis looked in the basement and even crawled into the attic, but Harry was nowhere. He was literally nowhere.

Louis climbed back up the stairs and into his room. He closed and locked the door as soon as he entered. When he turned around, though, that's when he saw him.

"Harry?" Louis asked. Harry was standing in the corner of Louis' room, one hand in his pocket, one in front of his face- he was examining his nails. He looked up when he heard his name, and he gave Louis an award-winning smile. He shuffled over and stood in front of Louis.

"You know," Harry muttered, ruffling his messy hair. He had a small smirk on his face. "I woke up in your closet. That was a little off-putting. As soon as I'm re-born, I have to come out of the closet. Isn't that something?"

Louis threw himself at Harry, curling into Harry's arms and throwing his own around Harry's waist. Harry chuckled and wrapped his own arms around Louis, kissing the top of his head. "I told you so."

"I hope this isn't a dream." Louis muttered into Harry's chest, sniffling. "Fucking hell, I hope this isn't a dream. I will get on my knees and pray that this isn't a fucking dream if I have to."

"Don't get on your knees quite yet." Harry said, and Louis could almost feel him smirk again. "I just got back, Boo. It can wait."

"Shut the fuck up." Louis muttered, hitting Harry's chest lightly. Harry chuckled, and Louis pulled away to look him in the eye. Harry was as beautiful as ever, smiling and laughing with a beating heart. Louis placed his hand on the back of Harry's neck and pulled him down to kiss him hard.

"I was hoping you'd come in before Zayn did." Harry muttered against Louis' lips. "It would be pretty fucking weird if Zayn came in before you did. He'd probably have a heart attack."

"I'm surprised I'm not having a heart attack." Louis muttered, moving his arms to be wrapped around Harry's neck. "I'm honestly surprised. I just- I knew you were coming, but, I didn't know if you actually were."

"Okay." Harry said. He ran his finger over Louis' cheek, smiling. "Well, I'm here now. You don't have to worry about me not coming back for you anymore."

"Back for you," Louis sang softly, and he smiled. His eyes were closed, his forehead against Harry's. Harry's eyes were open. "I'll be coming back-"

"Louis?" Zayn knocked on the door of his and Louis' bedroom. Louis pulled away from Harry quickly, looking like a deer caught in headlights. But then he remembered that the door was locked, and he shrunk back into Harry's arms.

"Ignore him." Harry whispered into Louis' ear, trying to be a quiet as possible so Zayn didn't hear him. "We'll talk to him about me later, yeah?"

Louis glanced over at the clock. It was only seven o'clock A.M. "Yeah." Louis said. They had time.