Deep in Thought: A Larry Stylinson Story

Downtime

     When Harry woke up, he and Louis were huddled together. The room was uncomfortably cold, or so Harry told himself. That's what happened. They got cold. That's all.

     But when Harry first woke up, he was warm and comfortable, surrounded by the golden peace of a good night sleep and pleasent dreams. He snuggled closer, not wanted to be awake yet. If he could just lay in Louis' arms all day, that'd be good enough for him...

     The thought startled him awake the rest of the way, and he pulled back out of Louis' arms, but he was still groggy, and it was slow and clumsy, not the quick getaway that he wanted. He found that Louis had been awake for a while, looking down at him and holding him while he slept. Harry knew that he should probably be creeped out by that, or disturbed in some way, but he found only warm feelings for Louis. What was wrong with him?

     "Morning, Haz," Louis murmered, still groggy like Harry. Harry replied that it was, and then sat up. Louis followed suit. "Sorry, mate," Louis apologized. "I didn't realize I was so tired."

     "It's alright, Lou," Harry assured him. "I didn't realize you couldn't sit through a Disney movie." Louis gave him a look that wasn't as affective as he was aiming for because his features still looked sleepy. Louis got up and fetched a change of clothes from his pack, and retreated into the bathroom. When he exited the bathroom Harry took it. When he had finished, he left the bathroom, and nearly jumped out of his skin when there were other people in his room besides Louis.

     "Hi, honey," his mother greeted with a smile. The other boys were there. A nurse was there, too, and she had a small stack of papers that she called discharge papers. There was a lot of "Sign here," and "Initial here," and when they were done his mother gave him clean clothes to change into and told him that the van was leaving in ten minutes, but Harry was pretty sure she was telling Louis. Harry didn't really know what she meant. His mother drove a van? She hated vans.

     Harry changed, and ten minutes later the other boys were fighting over who got to push him down the hall in his fancy wheelchair. Niall won, his arguement being that he was Irish. He ran down the hallway with Harry, making him laugh so hard he couldn't breathe, and got his rights revoked. Liam took over, and it was smooth sailing from there. Liam was the responsible one, Harry found that out the first time he met him.

     They left not out the front door, but out an obscure back door. They went directly to an unmarked van, and everyone loaded in except for Anne, who stayed behind. Paul was there, the man who had been outside of his room, and Harry sat inbetween Niall and Louis, which was hilarious and a bit exhausting.

     They all went to Harry and Louis' flat, where Niall and Liam said they'd make waffles. Harry believed that they could, which was a mistake he would never make again.

     Louis and Harry went up first, and the rest of the boys hung back for a moment so Louis could show Harry around. They entered the flat, and Harry thought that it was rather nice. There was a cat bed, and a cat in it. Louis said that his name was Dusty, and Harry fell in love. The cat obviously knew him, and he got up with a stretch and came over to rub himself inbetween Harry's legs. Harry scooped him up and then the tour started.

     Harry was surprised by how expensive their flat looked. The furnishings looked knew, and the countertops in the kitchen were granite. It even had a breakfast bar. It was a kitchen that Harry would have loved to spend hours making things in, and he asked Louis if he had. Louis said yes.

     Their last stop was Harry's room, where Louis left him alone so he could get the others. It was familiar in that it was a very Harry room, but unfamiliar in the items it had in it. Harry was sure he had never seen the covers on the bed before, so that was out. There were clothes in the closet that he also had never seen, but he could see himself wearing them.