Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Ten-Dreams

"So..?" Louis asks as I walk into the kitchen where all the boys have migrated to.

"I still don't remember anything more." I sigh with a groan as I fall onto the seat and the table.

"I meant, what did you think of our times on the stairs? Feel like you know us any better?" He asks, setting a plate of food in front of me. Niall made dinner.

"A bit. I feel like I should remember these things, and I want to, but I just can't." I sigh, poking the noodles on my plate with a folk.

"Harry, it's fine." Liam says as he sits down at the table along with the other boys. "We know you're trying your hardest to remember anything." I see his eyes briefly flicker to Louis.

"We're not trying to force anything on you." Zayn says.

"I'm not saying you are." I mutter, not really feeling hungry anymore.

"Harry-"

"No." I cut Louis off. "I just.. I'm going for a shower." I mutter, heading to the washroom."

I turn on the tap, stripping off my clothes, then, making sure the water is warm enough, I climb into the shower.

I sigh, letting the warm water run over me, running my fingers through my hair.

I want to remember, but I can't. I know they think they know, but they don't. I've had a few things come back, Zayn and the sand, Liam and spoons. But nothing that really matters.

I groan, leaning against the wall.

I grab my shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and washing my hair quickly before conditioning it, cleaning my body with soap, and hopping out of the shower.

I wrap a towel around my waist, then go to my room. I pull on my boxers, and just sit down on my bed, placing my face in my hands.

Why do I feel like something in me is missing? I know that there's something important that I should remember but...

"Harry?" I hear Louis knock lightly on my door. It's weird, I've gotten so used to him calling me Haz that hearing him calling my name sounds odd, but I don't want to say anything to make things weird.

"Come in." I say.

I hear the doorknob click, and hear him come into my room. He sits down on my bed next to my hunched over figure. He places a hand on my shoulder blade, and I suppress a shudder that runs through my body.

"Harry, we're sorry if we're making you feel pressured. Me especially. I know that I've been a bit worse than the others." He sighs, rubbing my back slightly.

"It's fine. Liam told me."

"Told you what?" He asks, panicked.

"He said that we were just closer than the others, so you might feel a little more hurt. Why?" I ask.

"Um.. Never mind." He smiles. "Look, if you get hungry, there's some food in the microwave. I'm going to bed now."

He walks out of my room, and I fall back onto my bed with a groan. I get up, pulling back my sheets and sliding into bed, letting sleep take over....

***

"Haz!" I hear Louis whisper. I smile, keeping my eyes shut pretending I'm sleeping.

He pokes my shoulder with his finger, and I roll onto my side, facing away from him.

"Haz! Wake up!" He whispers again, closer this time, his breath tickling my neck. I clench my fists under the blankets to stop myself from reacting to his warm breath tickling me.

"Mm.. No, Boo... It's sleep time." I mutter, trying to sound convincing.

"But, Ha-az..." He says softly, pressing his lips lightly to my neck. "It's morning now, and.." He kisses my neck again, higher this time. "You promised to wake up early today..." Another kiss, at my jaw line now. "And make me breakfast."

"But I wanna stay in bed." I whisper seductively as he kisses along my jaw, nearing my lips.

"Fine. Have it your way." He says, lips close to mine now. I smile in anticipation. "I'll go make myself breakfast."

And he pulls back. I gasp, rolling over at the sudden feeling of his body moving away from mine.

"I knew you were awake!" He accuses, pointing a finger at me.

"Yeah?" I smirk, pushing his hand down. "And what do you plan on doing about it?"

"Revenge." He states, simply. "Now I want my breakfast in bed."

He leans back against the headboard, pulling the blankets up over his chest and crossing his arms over his chest, smirking at me all the while.

"Oh, I'll give you something in bed." I mutter, leaning over and pressing my lips hard down on his, feeling him smile.

"Haz." He says, pushing me back slightly. "I still expect my breakfast after this."

"Deal." I say as he pulls my lips back down to his.

***

I sit up, gasping.

What the hell?! Did I just dream... No. No. No, I did not just dream about kissing Louis and potentially going further than that.

Did I?

But.. I can't tell anyone. They'll think I'm sick.

Oh god..

But.. It didn't feel like a dream. It all seemed too real, my feelings, everything, like it was... No, it couldn't be a memory.

Right?