Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Nineteen

hey guys:) SO i said somewhere that I would upload this tmrw... because I'm super lazy and tired...

but then I realized that I had nothing better to do and that wattpad>laying in bed eating food.

SO I CAN MAKE A HUGE PROMISE TO YOU ALL that there will be millions upon millions of glorifyingly painful typo's and spelling/grammatical errors in this upcoming chapter:) 

Chapter 20 is currently underway, so it should be up soon.

please enjoy, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS ONE DUDES!!!!!

It was written between the hours of 4am-6am:) 

-britt xxxx:) 

 ps that is how i picture Ty, in the video on the side:) what do yas think??

Chapter Nineteen

Harry’s POV

"Harry, he's been screaming your name all night," Stan's voice was panicked through the phone, "I don't know whether to wake him or let him sleep... I mean, he hasn't gotten any rest in forever..." 

"Where's Jay? Is he waking the girls up?"

"She got called into work about an hour ago, they have five nurses home ill... And so far, no."

It was four in the morning and Stan had called me in a fluster. I was originally going to leave at nine to pick Louis up, but since I was awake...

"I'm leaving now, Stan. Let him sleep. It'll take me about four hours if i'm lucky enough to beat traffic," I hopped out of bed, throwing on clothes and a beanie to cover my bed hair.

"Okay," Stan replied before our call was ended. I grabbed my wallet and keys, ignoring my grumbling stomach, and left the flat. 

My car was wet with morning dew, and I shivered as my bare arms touched the cold seat- of course, I'd forgotten to wear a sweater.

The air was still dark outside, the sun only barely starting to come up. I started the engine, pulling out of the side lot, and out onto the street.

I have always wondered how it is that so many people have reasons to be driving in their cars at four in the morning. I mean, I was going to pick up my distressed boyfr- ... Bestfriend, but what were they doing? Were there actually that many important things in progress at an hour like such?

I threw in a CD, turning the volume up and putting down the two front windows. I switched the bass to high, feeling it pump through me like a second heartbeat, and smiled as my hair went  crazy out of the sides of my beanie. It was how I would have been driving if Ty were there, but why should I not 'loosen up" even if he wasn't around? I needed it.

"Now I've a dream of you with half a face, 

and you take me to a rooftop and skin me," I sang along, almost yelling at the top of my lungs.

"And I remember,

 praying at the dinner table,

for you to come around,

maybe pat me on the back,

when you're able." I drummed along against the steering wheel.

I felt as if I should have been singing along to a song that had greater meaning to my current situation. Like they do in the movies, you know? The characters go on long drives, listening to music that reflects perfectly upon their troubles. I wondered if there were any Fuck Management, I Love A Boy songs out there? 

I flicked the CD off, turning to a random station as I pulled to a stop at a red light a half hour later. I was on a long backroad. A song was just ending, starting into the radio station's theme music.