The Animator (Larry Stylinson)

CHAPTER NINE - FRIEND OR FOE

After a while Harry relaxed back into the wall and he sighed pulling Ferdinand close to him again as Louis returned to his previous position.

"You should try and sleep." Harry told Louis, he knew Louis wouldn't take any notice of him but he needed to let his concern out. Louis hummed and leant his head back against the wall, staring ahead at the stone wall of the lighthouse.

Harry watched him for a moment, his eyes focusing on the cut on Louis' forehead but after being cleaned it looked a lot better. Harry sighed and sagged down the wall a little trying and failing to get somewhat comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside and they both jumped and slowly got onto their knees looking at each other apprehensively. Harry hoped it was Niall of course, dreaded in case it was Zaphiors men and they'd have to run off again and was scared they'd be found by an unsuspecting person and thrown out so they'd not be there if Niall came by.

They slowly looked out of the window above them and Harrys body sagged, he was relieved he wasn't about to be captured by Zaphior and his men but he was sad it wasn't Niall. Instead it was just a horse pulling a tractor along the field next to them ploughing the land.

"He's been captured hasn't he." Harry muttered sitting back on his heels and looking at Louis who turned to him and moved from the view of the window too.

"We don't know that," He said. "He didn't have a compass so he may well have gotten lost."

The way he spoke made Harry almost believe him and he pulled the blanket back over his legs as he sat on the floor properly. He just had to wait a little longer before he knew for sure if their rescue mission was now even bigger than before.

After about an hour both sat staring at the wall, Louis' head dropped onto Harrys shoulder and Harry looked at him to see he'd fallen asleep. He didn't want to wake him so he stayed still and watched Ferdinand walking around the lighthouse sniffing at the nets and barrels sat around.

He dozed off for a while until a noise bought him back around quickly. He looked around him, it was light out now, it was pouring in through the window meaning he could see everything easily now.

Louis was still asleep on his shoulder and he slowly placed Louis down onto the blankets as he moved onto his knees and looked out of the window, the tractor was no longer there and he slowly got up from the ground as once again a noise caught his attention. He looked around himself and his eyes landed on Ferdinand stretching up and trying to pull on a bit of string from a net hanging up on the wall. Harry sighed and ran his hand down his face. Although he'd probable slept more that night than he had in the last few days, he still felt completely drained and he felt himself wilting slightly.

He just didn't know what to do now. It was probably mid morning and still there was no sign of Niall. He continued to pace and run his hands through his hair as he thought about the possibility they'd have to continue alone. But what if Niall wasn't captured and was lost and they left only for him not to have been captured.

There was so much to think about and he groaned quietly to himself. As he turned to pace again he tripped over Ferdinand who had apparently started pacing beside him and as he fell over him, he landed amid a pile of boxes which toppled over and Louis jumped awake looking around the lighthouse.

When he looked over at Harry as he was getting up his eyebrow raised up in a question but he didn't say anything in favour of throwing the blankets off him.

"Well Styles, if you've done flinging yourself into boxes, I think it's time to leave the lighthouse and do a quick search of the area," He said, Harry eyed him slightly confused by this and Louis rolled his eyes.