Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 17: Better than that

Sorry it is short but I just couldn't seem to squeeze any more into it without it being awks.  Why are my chapters shrinking?!  Lemme know what you think please.  Go get some popcorn and read on.

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Chapter 17:  Better than that

*Holland's POV*

It had been a day since Nathan had sent Harry that video clip.  An agonizing day.  Ollie was rightfully angry and Harry was just depressed.  We hadn't seen him eat much of anything since yesterday morning's breakfast and he was starting to look sallow and drawn.  He had dark circles under his eyes and didn't bother getting dressed.  We were all getting nervous for his well being and we were surprised he was taking this so hard.  This discounted any fears I had about him just wanting to get with Ollie for a hookup.

None of us went out or did much of anything due to the large amount of paps outside trying to get to "Nathan Sykes' girlfriend".  Everyone was going a little stir crazy.  Ollie kept rushing around the house trying to get ready for tomorrow like a complete loon.  Charlie and I already knew our parts in the plan but Ollie was still nervous.  The boys weren't informed of the details, but them going with us was imperritive for things to work.  Harry was key and I just hoped he would be up to it.

#PoorHarry was trending via Twitter because a lot of people had assumed Harry and Ols were a couple after his stunt at our concert.  His fans were being supportive towards him but… #SuckitOllie and #Nallie<3 were also trending.  Oh well.

After tomorrow though, hopefully things would get better after Liv's plan went into effect.  I had to get some rest because tomorrow was going to be a big day for LLN.

I was now lying in Liam's bed.  He was no where to be found so I decided to go to sleep for the night.

Just as I dozed off, Liam finally came in.  He walked over and sat next to me on the bed.  "Holland, get up babe."

"Grrrmphhh," I said unitelligably while rolling over onto my side, my back turned to him.

He laughed lightly at my stubbornness.  It was a wonderful low melodic sound but right now his bed was too comfortable for me to care.

"C'mon," he pleaded while rubbing my back in a soothing manner.  If he wanted me up, this was not the way to do it.  "I've got something to show you."

"Just get into bed Liam.  Come snuggle," I said in my sleepy stupor, patting the spot on the matress next to me.

"As tempting as snuggling with you sounds, let's go Holland," he urged.

I didn't bother responding because I was too busy trying to find my way back to dreamland. 

"I see we're going to have to do this the hard way," he said authoritatively.

Before I knew what was happening, I found myself scooped up into his well toned arms, duvet and all.  I was definitely awake now.

"Leeeeyuuuum!" I protested, but it was too late.  Before I realized it, we were downstairs and out the back door.  I had closed my eyes on the way down, terrified that he would drop me so it came as a surprise when Liam set me down on something soft and ropey.

"A hammock?  I LOVE these things," I told him excitedly as he carefully lowered himself down next to me, making sure he didn't disrupt the delicate balance of the finicky contraption.

"I know.  Charlie told me you'd always wanted one when you were little," he chuckled.

"You were checking up on my likes?"