A/N: The picture above was the closest I could find to what I'm picturing in my head minus the windows.
Also *clears throat*. Make sure you read this in one go. I'm sure that'll make the experience better.
Harry,
Louis wasn't in the bedroom when I came out from the shower.
Therefore, I assumed he'd decided to use the one on the bottom floor, but when I passed it as I was going to enter the kitchen, the door was open wide an the room was unoccupied.
"Louis?" I chanted, voice echoing as it bounced off the walls of the foyer.
It was deadly silent.
Since I couldn't figure out wherever else he could've gone, I decided to give him a call. But just when I'd put the phone to my ear, Mardy Bum by Arctic Monkeys started playing from the kitchen table. It didn't fail to surprise me that he'd kept the same ringtone for five years or more, but it surprised me that he'd left his phone in the kitchen.
The caller ID on his screen said Harry with a red heart emoji, but it didn't have a picture. I smiled and abandoned my own call.
At first, I thought he might have fallen asleep on some couch, but after having searched every room on the bottom floor, there still wasn't a trace of him to be seen. It was when I was on the brink to sprinting upstairs again that I caught sight of the opening to the basement, and wondered if he could've gone down there to explore. And just after I'd entered the corridor, I noticed the open door to the spiral staircase to the swimming pool.
Simply thinking of him being down there awakened a sense of excitement inside of me, which made my feet jog down the steps faster than necessary, leaving a wet trail from my dripping calves. It was only when I was nearing the end of the stone-based spiral that the pace of my feet decelerated. Because it was then that I realised I was about to make a scene. There was no need to rush into it.
First impression, it was dark. It always was, when I didn't put the lights on. At this moment of time, the only source of illumination in the room was the pale, white LED lights installed inside the inner walls of the pool, which furnished the darkened, turquoise water white a radiant shine from underneath.
This stillness almost had me fooled. It didn't seem like there was a single human being in the room, but since the lights had switched on, there must have been. With this in mind, I finally noticed the neatly folded pile of clothes at the end of the pool. Louis' clothes.
Just then, a subtle wave surged from underwater, and up scooted a familiar head, hair drenched and dripping. Likewise, the flushed face and lithe torso was deluged when he wiped his eyes and grazed his hair back over his scalp and temples. It was how I would imagine the most beautiful-or perhaps sexiest-male mermaid scooting up from the tropical ocean.
What alarmed me, though, was the fact that his underwear were part of the pile he'd left at the edge of the pool.
Louis was quick to find me after he'd blinked the water out of his eyes. I felt as though I'd been paralyzed, watching him with my mouth slightly parted and eyes trying their absolute best to fight the urge of glancing down at the lower half of his body under the surface.
As body-confident as he was, Louis didn't even consider covering up.
Instead, the tiniest smirk curled on his lips.
"Sorry. I do realise I didn't ask for permission before going in," he started, his voice echoing off the dark, isolated, ceramic walls. "Is that why you look like you've shat yourself?"
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Dream Writer (Sequel) » Larry AU
Fanfiction[completed] The sequel to Dream Writer. After five years, Louis doesn't see many flaws within himself except one; that he had given up. What he once had considered to be his entire world had been absent for half a decade. There had been no purpose...
