dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

seven

seven. 

"Louis," Harry looks at me with pained eyes. My breath hitches the back of my throat as his green eyes water up. "I haven't been sleeping the past two days." Once the words leave his mouth, my eyes travel down to see the purple bags under his eyes.

"Why, Harry?"

He looks back down to the ground. "I'm scared."

I do the unthinkable and stand up from the seat, walking over to Harry and sit right next to him. I place my hand on his knee. His eyes whip to the contact; he's extremely nervous now. I would be nervous, but the adrenaline was pumping in my body, I cared for him. 

"What are you scared of?" I ask him. He brings his eyes up to meet mine. His green eyes were more beautiful in person. I resist the urge to bring my hand up and rubbing his cheek in reassurance. That would be crossing the line.

He lets out a soft sigh. "I'm scared of losing you, but I'm also scared what the dreams will be like now. I'm scared that I'm going to lose everything."

A soft smile spread across my lips. My cheeks were turning slightly pink at his response. "You're not going to lose me, silly. You actually scared me the other day, you didn't show up in the dream. I was scared shitless, Harry."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. I started rubbing circle into his knee. Out of the corner of my eye, his shaky hand reached over, placing itself on mine. My smile got bigger. The blush on my cheeks was now burning.

"Louis?" His raspy voice croaked.

"Yeah, Harry?"

He closed his eyes, taking a breath. "I'm scared that you're not actually real. Like you're a figment of my imagination. I don't want you to be fake. I want to be able to touch you in real life as well."

I pulled my hand away from Harry's knee, sliding his hand off of mine. Slowly but steadily, I placed it on Harry's cheek, rubbing circles in his soft skin. My chest was on fire now, the adrenaline pumping into my bones. His eyes were closed, his lips trembling slightly. I leaned in, but before attaching my lips to his, I whispered:

"I'm very much real, Harry." Then my lips were pressed against his. He responded by moving his head to deepen the kiss. My body was on fire; his skin on mine felt like fire, but I didn't care. I was full of lust at this moment. My fingers found his curly locks and started twirling the pieces around. His hands found my waist and pulled me closer to him. Harry's hands slipped under my shirt, his rings cold against my bare skin. 

Then his movements froze, his body tensing up. Confused, I pulled away from him. His head immediately dropped and his fingers left my waist. He brought his hands to his hair, pulling it. The words came out of his mouth fast, but they processed through my head slowly.

"You need to leave."

It felt like he pulled my heart out of my chest and ripped it in half. Words cannot describe how embarrassed I felt right now. My mouth made an 'o' shape and I was tempted just to stab myself with a pen. My eyes started to burn, tears were forming.

"But, Harry." I whispered, my voice shaking. Tears were threatening to spill out onto my cheeks. The lump in my throat returned, throbbing with each heartbeat.

"Please just leave." He weakly told me, his head not lifting from his posture. 

Feeling like crap, I stood up and walked over to his door, slamming it on my way out. Tears slipped down my cheeks for the millionth time this week. How could he do that to me? He was into it as much as I was, and god, the way his lips felt on mine made me want to push him on the bed. When his hands went underneath my shirt, I was literally about to lose it. What happened?