The Animator (Larry Stylinson)

CHAPTER TWENTY - A PROPER FAREWELL

All Harry could hear was snoring and he was also a hundred percent sure that Ferdinand was too, in his own teapot way because by the sound of it he was blowing bubbles.

There was no way he was sleeping with everything going on and he rolled over onto his back looking up at the top of the bunk like he always seemed to. He still had hours before he was going to leave and he knew he was going to have to walk miles too.

Part of him knew he was crazy for planning this, he'd probably never see any of his friends or crew again, but he just couldn't go back to the boat. It was sucking the life out of him, being with nature was home, he had no place to live, no roots on the land, not really. But it wasn't as daunting as the thought of going back to sea.

Knowing this was probably his last chance to see everyone, he bit his lip and looked towards the caravan door wondering if Louis would appose him turning up at his door, he'd basically given him a goodbye already.

Deciding he would go and see if Louis was awake he slowly, as to not disturb everyone in the caravan he sat up and turned putting his feet down on the floor. He didn't want to risk anyone waking up so he stood up and walked to the door as he was.

He opened it, wincing as the hinges squeaked slightly, but the snoring continued and Harry slipped out of the door onto the steps and closed the door behind him.

He shuddered at the cold and walked down the steps. When he stood on the grass he hissed at the cold, it felt like he was walking on ice and he made his way quickly over to Louis' caravan. He was sure that he was alone in there because he was sure the people he'd shared with had left.

He knocked on the door, eyes focusing on the chipped paint of the door, everything else around him too dark to see properly. He waited for a moment, listening intently because Louis may well have been asleep.

He bit his lip wondering whether he should leave and go back to his caravan or wait to see if Louis opened the door and just as he was thinking he'd probably have to head back and not see Louis again, the door opened.

Louis eyed him for a moment, a dim light coming from inside the caravan and he placed his hands on his hips and leant against the doorway. Harry felt like this was a bad idea, he'd really not put any thought into it and now Louis was eyeing him with his eyebrows risen.

"Harold." He said tilting his head slightly. He didn't look like he'd been asleep and Harrys eyes flicked to the dim light, noting the book placed beside it. He'd obviously been reading and Harry felt a little better knowing he hadn't woken him up.

"Not my name," Harry told him and Louis hummed eyes taking Harry in, and he found himself shiver. He wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or Louis' look.

"Why are you out in the night in your underwear?" Louis asked him, his eyebrows rising and his smirk widening.

"I often take strolls in the dark in my underwear." Harry replied and Louis scoffed, head shaking slightly.

"What are you doing at my door at three in the morning, Harold?" He continued and Harry found heat rising through him as he looked down at his slightly numb feet.

"I couldn't sleep," Louis hummed and Harry looked up, noting Louis' smirk still on his face and Harry had the urge to just turn around and run back to the caravan, pack and never look back. But he knew he'd regret it if he left without so much as never seeing Louis again and saying a somewhat more of a goodbye.

"Okay, and you came to my door why?" He continued.

"Uh, Niall, Leon, Thomas and Ferdinand are all snoring and I don't know, I thought maybe you'd be cool if I came to see you instead." He was flushing worse than ever and Louis seemed to be revelling in it.