You Are My Everything: a Larry Stylinson au fic

Chapter 2

I stir slowly the next morning, finding myself awake but not wanting to open my eyes. I feel something warm curled next to me, and I decide to open them. I discover that Lou is still there, even though it’s now 8 AM. I’m pretty surprised that Darcy hasn’t come to wake me by now…the boys must be keeping her busy so I can get some rest. And Lou too, I suppose, since he’s still fast asleep on my chest.

Deciding that it’s time to get up, I nudge Lou’s stomach. He rolls over and groans, “Ughhhhh. What do you wannnnnnt?” in a comically whiney voice. I laugh shortly, then say, “It’s 8 already, sillyface. Time to wake up!” I then come to the conclusion that I can afford to be silly today since last night sucked so bad.

So I roll over on him, squealing, “GET UP, LOUIS!!!”

Lou groans loudly as I lay sprawled all over him, and rolls around crazily trying to get me off him. “HARRY GET YOUR FAT BUTT OFF OF MEEEEE!” he yells, and starts tickling my sides. Soon enough we’re having a full-on tickle fight, rolling all over my bed and wrestling.

Then we (inevitably) fall off my bed with a thud, still tangled up together. I can’t help but collapse in a fit of giggles, and Lou does too. We laugh so hard we cry, and then some. Once we get ahold of ourselves, Louis suddenly jumps up from underneath me (cause he’s freaking magical or something and can instantly get up from underneath an eighteen year old) and reaches his hand out towards me, as I’m sprawled across the floor. Grabbing it, I yank his arm and he topples over on top of me again. Uh, ow. That’s gonna be bruised tomorrow, I think as Lou lands on my stomach, knocking the air out of me. I shove him off me and tackle him, and we launch into another tickle fight. Somehow this one ends with Lou sitting on my legs, pinning my arms down and trying to lick my face. Good thing we’re both such five-year-olds. It’s impossible to believe that I’m 18 and Lou’s 20 when we both act so ridiculously young all the time. I have to squirm around madly to avoid him, and eventually I get loose, and we both start laughing hysterically again. After around five minutes of this, Lou happens to look at the clock and blurts out, “Oh my lord, Hazza, it’s already 9!” I’m surprised, and I must look pretty ridiculous, because at the sight of my expression Louis literally falls over he’s laughing so hard.

It takes another fifteen minutes or so to get over our fits of laughter, and then Louis and I decide we should probably go and get some food and say good morning to the boys and Darcy.

We wind up skipping down the hall out of my room with our arms linked, and all I can think of is how much Lou just makes my day. He’s the best friend I could ever ask for; I mean, he got me from punching a wall and wanting nothing more than to scream my head off to giggling, acting like a small child and skipping. Huh. Well good on ya, Lou. As we reach the top of the stairs, he lets go of my arm and tells me to get on his back cause he’s gonna give me a piggyback ride down the steps. “Oh, not like THIS could end badly or anything,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm, but I wink at Lou and jump on his back anyway. He runs down the stairs and we nearly crash into a wall when we get to the bottom. Jumping off, I plant a huge kiss on Louis’ cheek and chirp, “Thanks for the ride, BooBear!” He laughs, and then runs to the kitchen to look for Niall. I peek around the corner of the doorway I’m next to into the living room, and spy a happy Liam snuggled up with Darcy on the couch, the Lion King on the TV. I shake my head and chuckle, almost not wanting to interrupt the adorable moment. You know, almost. Making sure they don’t notice me, I pull out my phone and take a picture of the two; from where I’m standing, you can see both their faces and the TV, it’s perfect. OH MY GOODNESS THEY’RE JUST SO PRECIOUS. Now that I have that cuteness saved, I dive behind the couch and crawl across the floor until I’m just behind Li and Darcy. Then, I quick pop over the top of the couch and peek over them both, and go “BOO!”

The funniest part is that Liam was more startled that Darcy was.

He pretty much geeked out; jumped up, made some yelping sound, and looked around all over the place; Darcy looked surprised but then started giggling and clapping her hands at the surprise. When he spots me, Li yells happily, “HARRY! YOU’RE UP! TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, YA SLOWPOKE!” while Darcy giggled some more. She reaches out and opens and closes her tiny fists towards me, chirping, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, I missed you!” I run around the side of the couch, and Liam moves his arms so I can scoop her up off his lap. Darcy nuzzles her face into my shoulder and wraps her little arms around my neck, and in that moment all of the crap I’ve been going through is worth it. “Hey there, Darcy bear,” I say to her, smiling, and she laughs again at my silly little rhyme. Liam grins at me. “You guys are seriously the cutest pair. I’m jealous.” He winks, and Darcy replies, “Thank you, Uncle LiLi!” in her adorable toddler voice. “You’re welcome sweetie,” he says, then turns to me and continues, “She’s been making me watch movies with her since four in the morning…quite lucky for her, I love her AND classic Disney! Kid’s got good taste.” Liam smiles again, and then turns his attention back to Timon and Pumba’s singing.

Suddenly Darcy points to the kitchen, stretching in my arms, and yells, “LET’S GO, DADDY, I WANNA SAY HI TO NIALL!” I shake my head and laugh at her well-spoken demand, set her atop my shoulders and jog out to the next room. The little girl clutches my curls as we go, bouncing and laughing the whole way. When we reach the kitchen just a moment later, I spot Niall at the table; he’s stretched out over two or three chairs, eating out of a fresh bag of Nando’s chicken, and on Twitter on his phone. I just have to laugh at how perfectly, stereotypically himself he looks right now. Looking up at the sound, Niall sees Darcy and I, and his face lights up. “Well, would you look at what the kitten dragged in!” Niall jokes, flashing a toothy smile at me. “You’ve got chicken in your teeth, Nialler,” I roll my eyes at him and smile. “Oh, and good morning!”

He fake-glares at me, but can’t keep it up for more than a few seconds. Soon enough, his signature smile comes back, and he chirps a good morning to me. “Hey, Lou wanted you in the library for something or other…” The end of Niall’s sentence trails off as he gets distracted by something Justin Bieber tweeted or something. I chuckle at how girly Nialler can be sometimes. Louis must want to talk to me about something important, otherwise he’d just skip out here and blurt it out himself. So I go over to Niall and drop Darcy in his lap, saying, “It’s your turn to play Papa for a bit, Nialler!” He looks up at me, at first surprised at the kid suddenly sitting on him, but then he snuggles up with her and asks in a baby voice if she wants something to eat. I laugh at the adorable exchange. Today’s such a stark contrast to yesterday already; I’ve done nothing but laugh this morning, whereas yesterday I couldn’t remember how to smile.

I stroll through the hallway toward the library, wondering what it could be that Lou wants me for. Once I get there, I see Lou sitting upside-down on a loveseat, glasses on, reading some sci-fi book. Leaning against the doorframe, I rap my knuckles on the wall, saying, “Can I come in, Lou?” He looks up from his reading and replies with a “Yep.” The book gets put down on the floor, its page somehow kept, as Louis rolls right-side-up again. My mind’s going crazy right now; what could he possibly want to talk to me about back here? God, I’m so paranoid. It’s probably nothing…right? Louis knows me so well, though; he sees right through the calm façade I’m trying to put up, and says quietly, “You alright, Hazza?” I nod, and say honestly, “I was just wondering why you wanted me to come back here. I mean, I figured it had to be something serious or else you’d have just come out to the kitchen…” I let the end of my sentence trail off as Lou’s worry turns into his signature grin. “Oh, I’m sorry Haz! I was just in the middle of reading and was too lazy to get up. I just wanted to ask; will you run to the store and pick me up some carrots?” I laugh at his question, unbelievably glad that it was so simple. “Sure, Lou, no problem. I can go right now, really; Niall’s watching Darcy for me for a bit, and Liam’s watching the Lion King. Oh, and I have no clue where Zayn is.” “Probably in front of a mirror somewhere, let’s be honest, Hazza,” Lou quips, winking at me and laughing. I chuckle in response and wave goodbye as I leave him to his book.

As I leave the library I can’t believe how relieved I am. What else could he have even been asking about? It feels like my subconscious knows something I don’t; I have no idea what Lou could’ve wanted me for that’d be so bad, but I’d had a sense of dread anyway. For some reason, that sense is still lingering just a little.

Lost in my thoughts, I walk slowly through the halls until I reach the front door. As I swing it open, I discover the reason behind my bad feeling, in the form of a blond girl about to ring the doorbell, who seems startled by my sudden appearance.

Elizabeth.