Invisible Demons [A Larry Stylinson Story]

Chapter One

Hey.. Uh... guys? Or no one? Umm.. Well I'm sure one day SOMEONE will read this.. so.. Hello to you! Whoever you are... Anyways yeah. Here is the first... erm.. chapter.. I guess! Most people write these beginning/author notes after they are done writing, but.. I like winging things.. so.. I'm writing it first... and so... LET'S BEGIN! Lemme put on some music, and let the creative juices start-a-flowin! :D Okie, AND GO!

Oh and remember, this is FAAAN FICTION! So if any of the boys don't act exactly like they are suppose to... or what most think they do... that's why... yeah. Haha?

- Tweedle Dee 

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Chapter One

"Hand me that water, would ya, Niall?"

Niall looked up from his phone and tossed the bottle of water to his tired friend casually. 

"Thanks."

The Irish lad nodded and smiled before looking back down to his little cellular device and clicking away at top speed. Harry opened the bottle swiftly, taking a few gulps before recapping it and placing it on a nearby counter. He flopped lazily upon the until recently vacant, fluorescent green couch, groaning as he rolled over then closing his eyes tightly shut. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was go to bed.

He shuffled and turned for a few moments before finding a comfortable position. Sighing happily, Harry breathed in deeply, a familiar and satisfying feeling filling him quickly. Slowly, he started to drift asleep....

And then came a sudden loud, joyous laugh, and the curly-haired brunette found himself on the carpet floor, holding his stomach in pain.

"GOD DAMMIT LOUIS!" Harry barely muffled out, rolling to the left with an agonizing grimace. "Why in the... what did you... urrgh..." 

Louis had jumped, square onto his friend's chest, then pushed him off the couch with pride. The laughter sounded again. "Sorry, mate. Guess you're not as tough as what you might put out then, eh!"

Harry finally started to rise from the floor slowly, and with a single, expeditious movement, punched his chuckling friend in the gut.

Louis' laugh faltered as he tried to catch his rapid loss of breath. He had not been prepared for the impromptu impact.

"HAZZA!" groaned the twenty year-old. "Ah man! What was that for!?"

Harry gave him a looked that simply said 'Are You Serious?' and glared. He completely stood up, grabbed his water off, and stomped out of the room huffing mildly rude words just as two more guys came gliding in.

They both looked at each other, then to the fury-filled bloke (who was now slamming the door shut), and back to each other again in confusion.

"Uh, hey, what's going on with Harry?" asked one of the guys, Liam, with concern.

The other one, Zayn, nodded curtly. "We just had a great show! Why's he all..."

Both of them looked over to who was now lying happily on the couch and spoke no more, they had already knew the answer.

Liam sighed. "What did you do this time, Louis?"

Louis sat up and gave a hurt gasp."ME?! What did... what did I do?!?" he paused for dramatic effect and looked at Zayn and Liam with a crazed look in his eye. "Nothing! Not. A. THING! He's the one who punched me in the gut!"

"Niall?"

The blond didn't even look up. "Harry was about to go to sleep, right? So, he's layin there... and Louis here," he nudges his head to gesture at the boy, a bewildered look plastered on his face as he sat awkwardly on the couch. "Comes runnin' in with some mad, cacklin laughter righ'... and he goes an'.. an' like.. jumps on Harry. Yeh know? Then shoves him off the couch onto the floor an' starts insultin 'im.. somethin 'bou.. er.. not bein tough and whatnot."

Zayn rolled his eyes. "You know how tired Harry's been lately, Louis. You should've known better than to go and disturb him whilst he's trying to get some sleep."

Liam nodded and wrinkled his nose. "It'd probably be best to apologize, mate. Oh and speaking of sleep... we have a lot to do tomorrow evening. I think it's time we all went to bed, lads. Come on then, Zayn." 

Niall stood up and walked out of the room almost silently, only saying a minor "Goodbye", his eyes never leaving the cell phone. Liam gave Louis a 'fix it' type of look and walked out. Zayn picked up his suitcase lying in the corner of the room, and smacked Louis across the head before following Liam out, grinning.

"Wanker..." mumbled Louis, as he rubbed his head. He sighed, knowing Liam was probably right, and stood up, walking towards the room he and Harry were sharing. 

Not bothering to do so much as knock, he opened the door automatically to find his best friend lying under a messy pile of white duvets.

He tip-toed in and closed the door quietly, then made his way over to the other bed, whipping out his suitcase and pulling some pajama pants out. He quickly pulled them on, then went over to Harry, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hazza..."

Harry mumbled something unintelligent, then switched his head position. Louis smiled and poked him a few times.

"Hazza..."

"No mum... I don't wanna wear those tights..."

Louis winked at his sleeping friend, a smirk playing around his lips. "But I'm sure you'd look fabulous in those tights, Harry darling."

Harry shook his head slightly and let out a loud snore as Louis started shaking his shoulder.

Oh, alright then, he thought, I guess it would make him even more mad to wake him up when he's already asleep. I suppose I'll just apologize tomorrow...

Just as Louis removed his hand from his friend's shoulder, something grabbed hold of him. 

"What the-" Harry had appeared to have taken a hold of his wrist. Louis's face scrunched up. "Uh.. Hazza... Let.. let me go?" He carefully began to remove the fingers, but the more he tried, the tighter they held on.

Harry did a tiny giggle in his sleep. "Mmm... sleepy time..."

And with one swift tug, Louis found himself on the bed, Harry's left arm being draped over his waist into a tight hold. Normally this wouldn't bother him, for he had slept in Harry's bed plenty of times before. But that was usually when he had decided to come crawling over, not because his friend unknowingly pulled him into his bed.

After a few minutes, Louis decided that it would be best to wait until morning to move (every time he tried getting up, Harry would start whimpering). He turned over, facing the other direction, and sighed. He was pretty tired, now that he thought about it. He lifted up the duvet sheets cautiously, and slid into them, moving into a sleeping position, and closed his eyes.

The minutes drew on, and out of no where, Louis's eyes shot wide open.

He had completely forgotten...

Harry Styles sleeps with no clothes on.

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A/N: What a pleasant thing to forget, huh? Wow.. I really need to start writing these stories when I'm not about to fall asleep.... I had a decent birthday... not much better than any other normal day... but it wasn't too bad... I'm tired. Going to bed. Who am I writing for? Oh yeah, myself ;D

Goodnight, myself! 

Goodnight Dee!

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SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!

Sorry, night! D=

NIIIGHT! :D

-Tweedle Dee ♥