Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Nine-Stairs

I wake up... Hm, I must have fallen asleep. I'm alone in the living room, and sunlight is shining in. I can hear the shower running, and Louis is singing Hey There Delilah in the shower. Wow.. He can sing!

I get up, stretching out my muscles, then go up stairs, changing into some sweats, out of the clothes that I've been wearing for way too long.

I walk out of my room, adjusting my shirt when I bump into into Louis. Who is wearing just a towel.

"Oh, sorry!" He chuckles, walking past me. I turn as he walks down the hall to his room, admiring his perfectly sculpted back muscles, glistening with moisture from the shower, and oh my god, that ass!

HARRY! Snap out of it! I shake my head, trying to stop thinking about him the way that I am. The way I shouldn't be.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Louis asks, coming into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing his sweats and a blue shirt, adjusting his glasses.

"Hm? Yeah, fine." I shrug. "Just a bit pained from sleeping on the couch." I try to glare at him, but he laughs, making me smile.

"Oh, suck it up, you baby." He walks past me again, his arm brushing mine as he pours himself a cup of tea.

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask.

"Well, we should make sure we have all our stuff packed in advance, and then... Well, Simon said we can let you back on the internet."

"Really?!" I gasp, excited.

"Yeah, but go pack first. Liam will get all pissy otherwise. They're on their way over right now, by the way."

"Okay." I say, running to my room to pack my things. I hear the boys come in, and suddenly, another small memory comes back.

I smirk as I sneak to the kitchen, grabbing Niall along the way.

"Wha-?" He starts, but stops as I press a finger to my lips, motioning him to be silent before I continue on, waving my hand for him to follow. "What are we doing?" He asks.

"I just remembered something." I say quietly.

"And that would be..?" He asks, excitedly.

I smirk as I walk over and open the utensil drawer, grabbing out four spoons. I see him chuckle as he takes two.

"I swear this is one of the best thing you could remember." He smiles as we sneak into the living room, where the boys are. Liam is sitting on the chair with his back to us, Zayn is on his phone, and Louis is playing some video game.

"Ready?" I mouth to Niall. He nods and we sneak up so we're right behind Liam. "Three, two, one," I mouth. "GO!"

"BAH!" We both hit him in the face with the spoons, and he starts to scream like a little girl, causing Niall and I to fall over, we're laughing so hard.

"What was-oh my god!" Zayn laughs.

"Niall!" Liam shouts. "What the hell?!"

"It... It was Harry's... Harry's idea! H-he remembered!" Niall gasps between laughs, clutching his stomach.

"You remembered something else?" Liam gasps as I start to tear up. I nod, unable to manage words.

"Really?" I hear Louis perk up.

"I'm done packing." I say as my laughter calms down, and I lay on my back.

"Oh, guys, Simon said he can go back to the real world now." Louis chuckles as I stand, but he seems.. Off.

"Cool." Zayn says, going back to his phone.

"Um.. I don't exactly know the password to the computer..." I say as I head to the desk. I sit down and turn it on.

"Oh, yeah it's..." Louis chuckles. "It's Larry Stylinson."

"Larry Stylinson?" I ask, turning my face to him.

"Um.. Yeah, that's a name out fans came up with for..." He smiles again. "For our bromance."

"Our what?!" I gasp.

"Since we're always together, our fans decided to come up with a bromance name for us. But I like Liam and Niall's, or should I say Niam." Louis smiles at them, causing Niall to throw a pillow at him.

"Alright." I say, turning back to the computer and typing in the password. I automatically go to Twitter, since I know that's what Zayn has been on his phone, and I try my old password, which still works.

I go to check my interactions, and am completely overwhelmed by how many there are, and how they just keep flowing in. And I've got over four million followers!

I check the trends and smile. The number one worldwide trend is #GetWellHarry and a few other ones like that. I decided to look at the tweets I've posted, and when I read them, I don't even know what to say.

"What the hell?" I mutter.

"What's wrong?" I hear Liam ask.

"What the hell have I been tweeting about?" I ask, my brow furrowing as I try to decide what the hell was going through my mind while tweeting "Beepbeep Beepbeep Beepbeep"

"That, Curly, is the question." Louis laughs.

I decide to check my pictures, and chuckle at one that I had tweeted on Louis' birthday; an animation of my jumping naked out of a birthday cake saying "Happy Birthday Boobear!"

I decide to look through what Louis and I have tweeted to each other, and I see that it has been a while since we tweeted anything to each other, and when I finally find something, I see why our fans came up with a bromance for us.

"@Harry_Styles: @Louis_Tomlinson you're sitting opposite me on the couch...you look sexy"

"@Louis_Tomlinson: @Harry_Styles you're slowly seducing me with your curls"

"@Harry_Styles: @Louis_Tomlinson that was my plan"

I can't help but smile. And then there's the one where I accidentally tweeted to a fake Louis saying "pin me to the floor".. Wow.

I log off twitter, then just sit there and tap the mouse for a moment, not sure what to do.

"Oh!" Louis comes running up behind me, making me jump. "You should watch the video diaries, help you get to know us all!"

"The what?" I ask as he rolls the chair I'm on away from the desk and goes onto YouTube, typing in One Direction Video Diaries All.

"Watch these, there's ten." He says, walking away.

I click play, not sure what to expect. Zayn is now listening to music, while Niall and Liam are in the kitchen cooking, and I think Louis went back up to his room.

It starts off with us all introducing ourselves, and I mention that they're all my best friends, causing Louis to pinch my cheeks.

I watch them all, chuckling mostly at Louis. When he comes in with a bin on his head, when he bites my shoulder, when he's trying to read. Then there's Niall, who's laughing through most of them, or Zayn, who's just weird, and Liam who seems to be staying calm.

And me. I'm cheeky, and I bother Louis, I let them all play with my curls, we all spaz drinking energy juice. I can't help but wish I remembered any of this. But I don't.

I sigh, longing to remember being the boy on the stairs laughing with his best friends.