Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

25

It felt as if it were at least two in the morning when I woke up. I was still on top of the covers after crawling here from my bedroom door and my room was pitch black, only the light from under my door was able to be seen.

I could faintly hear the television from down stairs playing along with voices, Anne's and my mothers to be specific.

I rolled over slightly and grabbed my phone from my nightstand, only to realise I'd only slept for a couple hours. My eyes felt heavy from the amount of tears that had fallen but I ignored that, instead I sat up slowly and stretched my arms above my head.

I jumped slightly when my door clicked before being pushed open. My mothers head poked through the gap and a small smile made its way to her face upon seeing me, "you're up." she concluded.

I nodded silently, "sorry boo, but you're going to hate me after this.." she grimaced, coming to sit next to me. I turned to face her, an eyebrow raising curiously.

I cleared my throat before speaking, knowing it'd come out hoarse, "yeah? spill."

"Harry will be sleeping in here tonight. Gemma is sleeping in Lottie's room and the guest room still hasn't been set up" she looked at me pointedly, knowing that I was supposed to be in charge of that.

Just like every situation where harry is mentioned, my heart began to speed up and my mind became jelly. "H-he can't- he can't sleep in here mum. The living room? Can't he just sleep in there? The couch? I just- n-no. I'll go stay at Niall's, please!"

"Louis, you're not going anywhere. He's sleeping in here and so are you, alright?"

I groaned, throwing my head into my hands. It was more out of concealing the tears that were threatening to spill rather then annoyance. He just couldn't sleep in here, I wouldn't know what to do and I probably wouldn't be able to be near him with out getting upset. "This isn't going to make him like me, you know?"

I was surprised at how soft my words were spoken and my mum met my eyes with a sad smile. She didn't reply, instead just closed the door gently and then only my rapid heart beat could be heard.

I watched my door as if it were about to attack me at any second. Harry could walk in at literally any moment and although I knew it was going to happen eventually, I'd still be sat on the edge of my bed and he'd see me with bulging eyes, frozen on the spot.

I, somehow, forced myself to move and get some night clothes from my dresser, deciding I'd quickly shower and get to sleep before he walked in.

Hopefully.

I showered in my own record time, not even washing the shampoo out of my hair properly before throwing my clothes on and rushing to jump in bed.

I dove under the covers and shut my eyes tightly, still expecting the sound of my door clicking open, but after a few seconds of horribly faking slumber, I cautiously opened one eye and eyed the door warily.

I quickly flipped myself over so I was facing the wall and sighed, finally opening my eyes. I mentally cursed when I realised I'd left the the light on, but didn't make any move to turn it off. The switch was right next to the door and- what if he hit me with the door while I was turning it off? That would just be awkward.

It's times like this I wish I had those lights where you just clap and it turns off or on. Are those even real? -ugh.

I let out another tired sigh and a yawn escaped me. It wasn't long before I felt my eyes lids become heavy - yet again - and just as I was drifting off, my eyes shot open to the sound of the door softly clicking open.