Invisible Demons [A Larry Stylinson Story]

Prologue-ish Type Thing :)

The sun rose above the horizon, it's radiance shining down above the sleeping city. A morning song-bird chirped lazily as it stretched its wings and took flight off a giant oak tree, swooping in a steady pace over a wonderfully cascade of flowers. A sudden burst of noise sounded as all the early risers, who all had jobs to attend, began scurrying to get ready in time. The signs that hanged from the doors of cafes and breakfast restaurants were switched around from a faded out 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN'. The city was waking up once again.

Cars beeped as they drove into the early morning traffic jams while doors and gates creaked open; people finally began leaving their houses to go to work or do their morning runs. Grumpy and tired, business women were shouting into their cellular devices at different people all at once.

Just a few miles away, sleeping in the apartment he was staying in with his four best mates, was a handsome young lad; completely out of tune with the now rising city. His muscly left arm was draping slightly over the edge of the bed, his hair in a messy blob from twisting and turning in his slumber. Many would call him, well, absolutely supermegafoxyawesomehot. Who wouldn't agree? Everyone knew he was perfect! Everyone knew HE WAS AMAZING! HE WAS JUST SO--

"Oy!" he shouted, throwing a pillow at the other one. "Stop laughing! I'm trying to tell a story over here!"

The other one tried to catch his breath. "I'm... SORRY! I just.. I mean.. you're joking, right? THIS is how you're beginning the story?!"

He huffed. "What's wrong with it, eh? I thought it was suppose to be a dramatic start! Like these stories usually are!"

"Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint," said the other, retying the shoes already slightly falling off his feet, "But starting off a story by explaining how absolutely perfect  YOU are is a little cocky."

"Well this IS MY STORY and... and...wait.... Did you just call me cocky?"

The other one shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I s'pose I did."

He glared and huffed once more. "Why are you even here? Did I invite you?"

"More or less," stated the other one swiftly, "I believe I'm here to help you tell our story."

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead he sighed. "Well, alright then. What do you have in mind? How do we start off this LOVELY little... story.. thing?"

Shrugging, the other one stood from his seat and walked to the door a few feet away.

He stood up as well, following directly behind. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

The other one reached for the door handle and turned it slightly. "Where do you think? I'm starved. If we're going to tell this story, I want to get some grub first. I'm not sure if you realize this yet Lou, but this ones a doozy."

Louis ran his hand through his hair and tightened his jaw. "I.. suppose you're right. I was just kind of hoping to get it on with, ya know? I don't like talking about it much."

The other one opened the door and frowned slightly, turning to Louis. "You.. don't? I understand why, of course, but... we.... I thought..." He shook his head and started down the hallway.

"Wait, Hazza!" Louis quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he tried to catch up with someone he used to know. "Hazza, come on, you know what I meant."

Harry continued to walk and stopped at the elevator, pushing the main floor button. DING! He walked in, Louis right at his heels.

The elevator was short, but the silence made it last forever. When the door finally opened, Louis drew in a deep breath. The two of them walked out of the hotel slowly, but they both sped up as they passed a nearby cafe, called, 'Black Parlor. Too much memories lied there, too much he didn't want to relieve until he had to.

Harry could feel his eyes on the back of his neck, but he ignored it, giving his head a little bob in hope that some of his long, curly hair would cover it up. They turned down the street and kept walking until they reached a simple Starbucks Coffee.

Their coffee and food were ordered, and they ate in silence once more. Louis, feeling like he was about to implode, took a long drink of his coffee, and slammed it on the counter, making the other one jump slightly. He wrinkled his nose and folded his hands together. "Alright. Let's just start now, shall we? How do you think we should start it?"

He put down his bagel and pushed it away slightly, then, for the first time in what seemed like forever, glanced into the pair of bright blue orbs that sat in front of him. "From the beginning."

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AND END OF THE PROLOGUE!!! YEAAH BABY! Okay! So... Yeah! First story on this.. WattPad thing.. whatever it is... Uh.. Yeah! WOW! It's late.. I need to hurry! ITS ALMOST SPRING BREAK! AHH THANK GOD! Okay, so, the whole story is NOT going to be in this type of writing form.. it's going to be in a type of third person, not sure which kind, but.. You'll see I suppose. Technically, Harry and Louis are telling their story.. but... I will be telling the story... so.. it will be in a normal story form, but every now and again, the Harry and Louis you see from this beginning part will pop in and talk about certain stuff and shit. I'm sorry. Confused? So am I? Pretty much this is just a average story... don't expect it to be any better than the next one.. don't expect it to be good at all... I really love this couple, so I'm writing a story for it.. and.. I'm literally just winging this all. I wrote down the first things that came to mind, not sure if that's good or bad.. but.. let's just go with it, shall we?

Oh and, if any of them are out of character, I apologize, I.. don't exactly know the boys perfectly well, but I'm beginning to really get some sort of understanding on them... from the interviews.. and the old X Factor videos.. and.. . I'm tired. I'm.. really tired.

Okay, so, I may not have the first chapter out.. tomorrow.. and Saturday, April 7th is my birthday, so I probably won't have it out then either, but.. It will be out! Not sure if I'm speaking to anyone... because most of you just like to skip these author notes... but if you're reading this, thanks! It means a lot :D

Okay! GOOD NIGHT ALL! AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS STORY!

HELL YEAH TO WINGING THE SHIT OUT OF THINGS! CAUSE I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS STORY! BUT OH WELL! LET'S DO THIS THING!

RATED PG13 BECAUSE I'M PARANOID!

- Tweedle Dee ♥