Roads (Larry fic)

Chapter 6

I feel like I should say something, but idk what.

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Harry's POV:

After loading up on snacks and drinks for the trip, Liam says "We should get going then."

"Going?" Louis asks, appalled "the fun has only just begun!"

"We don't even have any extra money, what are we gonna do here?" Zayn chuckles.

"Plenty" Niall says, a mischievous look in his eyes. It's actually kind of unnerving, with his baby face and all.

"So, where first?" I ask.

Louis spins round and then stops with his finger pointing in the direction of a small kids play area.
Louis cheers, but I'm pretty sure he was looking through squinted eyes secretly anyway.

"On forth!" Niall shouts and we all run down there. With no hesitation, I jump straight into the ball pit. I think I hear a few of the others doing the same but I stay underneath all the multicoloured plastic balls for a moment longer.

I spring up to the surface suddenly with a yell, causing Zayn to jump out of his skin in front of me. We all start laughing and Zayn puts a hand to his chest, trying to even out his breathing again.

"Sorry, mate." I say, putting a hand on his shoulder, but I still can't stop myself from giggling.

Before Zayn can get a word out though, a wave of the balls hit me and I turn around to find the culprit.

Louis stands there, feigning innocence, but I don't buy it. Putting my game face on, I say "oh, you're on, little man! I've been playing with balls nearly all my life"

"What?" Louis says, taken aback by the innuendo.

I don't answer, instead I lung at him, bringing a tsunami with me. As soon as my body collided with his, all hell breaks loose.

I can head Niall letting out a battle cry and the sounds of plastic flying everywhere, but for the time being, all I can focus on is me wrestling Louis.

I can tell I'm loosing due to Louis' technique being; to cling onto my torso and tickle me. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe and I finally manage to escape temporarily.

I emerge at the surface, panting, and take in the scene around me. Niall is on Liam's shoulders and Liam is trying to shake Niall off. Zayn is next to them, cheering and egging them on.

It astounds me how well we get on, after knowing each other for barely a day.

"Zayn!" I call, desperately trying to catch my breath and ease away the ache in my stomach from laughing so hard.

He immediately looks round at me and his eyes light up. I attempt to run towards him, but it proves difficult in our location. 

"Help!" I cry, "Louis is trying..." I suck in another breath "to get me" I pant.

I can feel Louis lurking somewhere behind me and for a second I feel almost genuinely scared. With a massive grin on my face, I try to reach for Zayn and he does the same to me.

I don't know if you've ever been in this situation before, but trying to run in a ball pit is one of the most difficult things ever.

But, just when our fingertips reach, Louis jumps up from behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me backwards into the pit.

"No!" I scream, but it immediately turns into shrieks of laughter as he starts tickling me again.

"Stop!" I manage to spurt out.

"Never!" Louis grins.

"Please!" I beg. And it seems God has moved to my side because we are suddenly overwhelmed by Zayn landing on both of us, followed by he rest of the group.

I manage to wriggle out of the dog pile and I fall backwards into Zayn's arms.

"My hero" I sigh, fluttering my eyes at him.

Zayn just smiles down at me.

We all manage to heave ourselves out of the ball pit, and lie in a heap on the floor.

It's not until we've all finished catching our breath our laughs die down that we realise the stares of mums and dads and other shoppers.

"Maybe it's time to leave" I say.

The others chuckle and agree. On the way back to the car, we don't say much but every so often we will let out little laughs. 

I get into the drivers seat and Louis calls shotgun, making the others groan.

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Not even half an hour into the drive, I begin to yawn, but it's not even close to nighttime.

Me and Louis make small talk in the front and Zayn is being sort of quiet in the back, at least he is compared to Niall and Liam.

"Hey," Louis says, nudging my arm. "Maybe you should take a break from driving for a bit, let one of us take over"

"Yeah, I don't mind driving" Liam says.

"You know how to drive stick?" I ask.

"Yeah" he says, "I really don't mind, you should rest"

I finally agree and move into the back. I lie down with my head on Zayn's lap and my legs on Nialls. I blame it on my tiredness, but I know I really have no excuse.

Louis crosses his arms and looks out he window, I think about asking him what's wrong, but my brain is already shutting down.

The quiet chatter in the car soothes me along with the feeling of Zayn's hands playing with my curls. Soon enough I fall asleep.

Zayn's POV:

I try not to let my mind wonder somewhere inappropriate while Harry's head in on my lap.

He looks adorable and really young. It then hits me that I actually don't know how old he is.

Louis tells me he's 17 and looks almost smug about that fact that he knew before I did, but I try not to think about that for now.

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-Blue