Why's it Gotta Be You? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3: Moving Out; Part 1

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Chapter 3: Moving Out 

PART 1

I began to arise as the smell of bacon and hashes wafted over me. Groaning, I lazily lifted an eyelid.

At first sight, my mind paused, causing me to bolt upright. Where am I? My eyes wandered around he small living room, while my fingers clutched the fabric of the soft couch I was currently nested in.

Ugh. I was getting that feeling you get when you wake up in a hotel, expecting to see your own room.

"Louis! Wake up, you need to get a move on, Eleanor called!"

Niall. Oh. How did I end up here though? With a sigh, I dragged myself to a standing position. Trudging myself over to the kitchen, I found Niall hovering over the stove, eyeing the bacon. 

I chuckled heartily to myself. 

"Niall, your gonna get drool all over the hashes." I teased.

He snapped out of his trance, head turning to show a bright flash of teeth. 

"Louis! You're awake! Oh, now that you are, Eleanor called. She said she'd be here at 9:00 to take you to your-err, Harry's flat." he fidgeted, aimlessly pushing the bacon back and forth with a fork on the pan.

My head turned to look at the clock above the stove.

8:58

"Oh."

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake you, you didn't have the best night last night." 

I frowned. What did happen after we left Kelly's?

"What do you mean?" 

Niall was now officially uncomfortable.

"Seriously Niall."

He let out a long breath, turning off the stove. He leaned his elbow on the counter top.

"Well, we tried to call Harry's cell, 'cause he ran out of the restaurant, but he wouldn't answer. So then, we all drove to the flat. He wasn't there either...." 

He paused, fingers fumbling.

"And?" I pressed. "What happened?"

"Uhm, well. He left us a voice mail saying he just needed to clear his head and not look for him. So we didn't. Then you," he looked down. "You started crying, and suddenly, you ran off too. We all tried to find you as well, but we eventually gave up. And later on, around 10:30 or so, you ended up on my door step, drunk and still crying."

My head began to throb. When did this happen? This never happened...

"And worst of all...Louis, you kept blaming yourself. You kept apologizing, but to no one in particular. I mean, at first I thought you were apologizing to me, but you wouldn't stop. Not until you fell asleep."

I still couldn't believe it. That didn't happen. I mean, it couldn't have. Right? I never got drunk, I never cried. Or..maybe I did...

"So where's Harry now?" I said finally, after a long awkward silence.

Niall smiled. "Back home. He called, saying he got home around midnight or so."

Midnight? Where in the world could he have gone?