Another World [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Four - Early Mornings

Chapter Four – Early Mornings

Harry’s P.O.V.

We slowly made our way towards the flat, the cold evening air surrounding us. Walking side-by-side, I kept my arm tight around Louis’ waist, keeping him as close as it was physically possible. I could tell he was cold by the way he shivered every-so-often, his teeth chattering. Niall followed us close behind, looking around him in awe.

“Want my scarf?” I mumbled into Louis' ear, pulling him in so that there was no space between us.

“No, keep it,” he murmured back, leaning his head on my shoulder as we walked.

"Hey, boys, did you hear that?" Niall asked, his voice loud and clear throughout the silence of the night.

We both turned to face Niall pointing north. We looked in the direction of where he was pointing, only to see a small cat climbing a wooden fence.

"Aw, it's a cat!" I cooed.

"A cat?" Niall's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is it dangerous?"

Louis let a helpless laugh escape his mouth and I chuckled quietly. The blonde boy frowned at our reaction.

"No, Nialler, it's not dangerous. Now come 'ere, we want to get home quickly," I said, pulling out away from Louis a little, offering for Niall to walk closer with us. He linked his arm with Louis' as we set off again.

“We’re nearly there, you’ll manage, eh?” I said, seeing Louis shiver once againn.

He nodded, sighing a little. The flat was no more than two minutes away but I still felt a little bad about making him walk in the cold - especially as he just got out of the hospital. The next two minutes we spent in silence, strolling down the road towards the building where our apartment was.

As soon as we were in front of the doors, I unwrapped myself from Louis and Niall, searching my pockets for the house keys. Finding them in my front coat pocket, I quickly opened the door, allowing myself and Louis into the flat. As soon as we were inside, Louis rushed towards the sofa, collapsing on it, his legs dangling off the side as he sighed heavily, his eyes fluttering closed. Niall stood in the doorway, unsure of where to go.

"Tired?" I asked, chuckling, as I unwrapped my scarf from around my neck.

"Mmm," Louis replied, his voice muffled against the pillow that his face was pressed up against.

Quickly slipping my coat off, I trudged along to the sofa where Louis was. Taking a quick glance at Niall, I noticed that he was quite interested in looking around the flat, so I left him to it. 

"Are you gonna take off your coat, or..." I asked, watching the huddle that Louis was in.

"No," he mumbled into the pillow.

"Louis, it's not good for you to lean on your broken arm," I stated, sitting down on the couch next to him. "Come on, Lou. Your arm-" I tried again, trying to pull him up.

"My arm's alright," he said, but still sat up. Leaning his head on my shoulder again, he sighed heavily, his eyes fluttering closed - again.

"Come on, Lou," I murmured.

"I don't want to move," he whined.

"You have to go to bed, I can tell you're tired,"

"I know I'm tired," 

"Go to bed then,"

"Fine,"

We sat in silence for a long moment, before Louis sat up again, picking himself up from the couch.