Another World [Larry Stylinson]

Prologue - The Crash

Louis glanced over to Harry, who was sitting beside him in the back seat. He was running his hands through his brown curls, the way he always did when he was worried about something. The older boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion – Harry wasn’t usually this quiet.

“What’s the matter?” Louis questioned. Harry looked up at him in alarm and just from the look in his eyes his bandmate could tell he was definitely nervous about something.

“No,” he mumbled in response, his eyes fixed on Louis'. “No,” he repeated, a bit louder causing the other lads to glance in their direction.

“Alright lads! I found me some candy!” Niall exclaimed, clearly not aware of the situation, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Everyone turned to him, except for Louis and Harry – who was still staring deep into the other boy's eyes, even from the distance that was between them.

“I can tell that something’s wrong, Harry. I know you too well to just let this go,”

He raised his left eyebrow, letting out a small sigh, “Louis, nothing’s wrong,” he murmured, shrugging.

“Tell me,” Louis said, almost desperately. He in fact did know Harry for long – and definitely knew when he was worried about something.

“It’s just that…” he trailed off, breaking the eye contact, as he glanced down at his white converse shoes.

“What is it, Harry?” Louis pushed, shuffling across the seat closer to him. Harry was shaking – which was definitely not normal. The other boy leaned back in the seat next to him, wrapping his left arm around Harry's thin waist, as he took in a shaky breath. In hope to calm him down, Louis pulled him in closer, but he just tensed up even more. “Tell me,” he whispered shakily into his right ear.

“I think…I think something bad will happen,” Harry replied quietly, as if he was unsure of the words he was speaking, his eyes still fixed on his shoes, but his teeth were now digging into his bottom lip. Louis froze. What does he mean, something bad will happen?

“What do you mean, love?”

“Something doesn’t feel right, you know?” he glanced up, looking Louis in the eyes. His green eyes were not the usual bright green, but they were dark – full of fear, almost scary to look into. The older boy sighed shakily, shaking his head. He didn’t know what Harry had meant – and his words were making him more confused than ever.

The curly haired boy sighed, shrugging, “I don’t know – it’s probably me and my wild imagination. I feel like something will happen, don’t know what and don’t know when, but I never felt like this before,”

Louis raised his eyebrows. Something bad happening? He surely won’t let anything bad happen, especially not to Harry. The boy's eyes still staring into Louis', the blue eyed boy could tell he was scared. As fast as his brain could react, he wrapped both my arms around Harry, embracing him in a tight hug and pulling him closer to himself. He returned the hug half-heartedly, however he was still shaking.

“You guys alright?” Liam’s voice rung through the car. Louis glanced at him and responded with a small nod, Harry doing the same, also mumbling a quiet ‘we’re alright’ under his breath.

“You look as if someone died, care to elaborate?” Zayn said, smirking. The oldest boy could feel Harry tense up in his arms, and he clenched his jaw.

“No, don’t worry,” Louis replied, his soft voice showing no emotion what-so-ever. Zayn shrugged in response as he reached over Niall’s lap to pick up a bottle of water that was lying forgotten on his abandoned car seat.