I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 37- The Sleepover

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Chapter Aesthetic song:- The Reason- Hoobastank.

Louis' POV

The boys detached their hands as the truck engine cut off in front of the house. A green truck parked next to Dan's van told him that Liam or Murrey or both was there, but there was also a vehicle Louis knew well although was not expecting to see again so soon; a Range Rover. They climbed out and Louis examined the vehicle. A quick check of the license plate told him he was right. A stifled smile on Harry's face gave him a hint at what was to be expected and he fought back his own excitement as he didn't want to spoil his own surprise.

"Surprise!" The front door flew open and an indefinite number of voices shouted as Louis stepped the doormat.

Taking a moment to adjust to the living room light, Louis recognized Stan in the doorway with his mouth wide open in a silent cackle which Louis copied with gleaming eyes.

As they hugged his eyes then fell on Liam and he looked away to see Calvin standing on his left.

"Cal!" he said, darting toward the blond haired boy. They grabbed on to each other and stepped around in a circle on the spot. Niall, who had been waiting there as well, rested down a huge parcel of burgers and spread his arms out for a group hug that Louis quickly pulled out of once Liam and Zayn had joined.

"Cord said he'd spent the night at Murrey's, so we have the cabin for the weekend," Harry explained when Louis threw his happy eyes at him.

Clutching two cold six-packs of soda, Zayn's eyebrows danced. "Sweet!"

"You have no idea how happy you made us while you stayed here, Louis." Anne came up behind them. "I wanted to find a way to thank you for coming back to support Harry, and for the party."

Louis reached for the woman and lapped his head over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

With a thankful embrace, a lumpy throated and watery-eyed Louis took Ernie, who saw all the boys and wanted to be part of the entourage, and his baby bag from Lottie's hands and all the boys shot down the hill.

When they arrived, Harry scooped up Ernie (who was now crying to be held by him) and showed them all around the cabin.

The treen interior of the cabin was warm and earthy; Low handcrafted chair sitting in the corner by empty fireplace on one side, wooden Queen sized bed and cupboard taking up the other side of the room, and a doorway that led to a small kitchen; dusty pots and spoons hung serenely on the walls, with only empty snack papers overlapping the garbage can as proof that it was ever used.

They waddled and pitter-pattered around the cabin, getting comfortable and chatting away while they ate the burgers and drank orange soda.

"So, I like a lot of Jessie Cook and Kenny G..." Calvin was droning to Niall with his mouth full.

The whites of Harry's eyes dominated the front of his sockets as he stared at them. Zayn looked to Louis, puzzled. Louis harshly turned his gaze in the opposite direction.