Comforting Hands (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

So I've been uploading chapters almost daily - something I'm sure I'll regret soon (because since school started, I haven't had the chance to write anything) - and I'm keeping up appearances with another chapter! 

This is already the third one! I'm quite excited that I even have one reader, really! 

Okay I've got two more things to say before you can all start reading: In chapter number 2, at the beginning of the chapter, I added the last lines from chapter number 1. As you can see here, I didn't do it this time? Why, you ask? Good! I'll tell you why! Between chapter 1 and chapter 2 there is a time-connection. Chapter 2 is the continuation of chapter 1, in the matter of minutes. The "scene", as you may call it, ended with chapter 2, and now starts a new scene, a new part in the story. 

Second thing (and I don't know if anyone cares about that), this is where I started writing this fanfic. This chapter. This chapter was what gave me the idea for a story. Everything I've written I've written after this chapter. It was the first one I wrote in this fic.

You know like there's always a scene, an idea that you imagine, before you start writing a fic? or a story? You picture something, and you wrap your whole story around it. Sometime the scene you pictured changes a bit (which kinda sucks when it does, btw), but usually it doesn't. This is my pictured scene. The first few paragraphs at least haha. 

So, without any farther notes, enjoy :) 

 Chapter 3

At the beginning of the night, they actually managed to spend a few hours by themselves, without any Paparazzi following them everywhere and taking pictures. But now, somehow the word that Louis was gone came out, and the press were everywhere. The whole assembly decided to show up! Starting from these lowlife Paparazzi scumbags and up to some very well known News Reporters. Harry, who had begun to feel desperation creeping into him, titled his head up and looked around, trying to spot Louis through the crowd of photographers and reporters that blocked his view. They made him feel claustrophobic and breathless.

They threw words and questions at him and created noise and chaos around him. He couldn't think. He couldn't even hear anything they were saying. And he couldn't care less about it. He pushed himself between two photographers, and gulped for air when it hit in his face. He started walking fast, passing through alleys and glancing inside to see if maybe Louis was there. The reporters and photographers seemed to realize how stressed he was, and for a change made sure to keep themselves away from him and give him space. Harry really appreciated it. They were even searching for Louis themselves, and Harry refused to think that maybe they did it just for their own good, for their jobs.

"Louis!" he called, looking into one of the dark alleys. They've been looking for Louis for half an hour, and Harry was beginning to panic. He didn't answer his phone; he was nowhere to be found! After shutting the club down and searching everywhere Louis could possibly be in, they've decided to look outside. Once they realized he wasn't near the club, Liam told them to spread the searching farther. Right now, Niall was ahead of Harry, with only two or three (Harry didn't have the time to actually count) reporters by his side. He just kept walking from building to building and from alley to alley shouting Louis's name and hoping desperately for a response. Harry was the second, being a bit peakier in where he looked and took more time to decide whether Louis was there or not.  Liam was after him, and Harry assumed he was quite close to him, but couldn't see him through the crowd of men and cameras. Zayn was actually in the van with Paul, sitting next to the driver's seat and looking both sides of the rode. Paul steered between parked cars in the middle of the rode, which probably belonged to the press (as they were all anxious to be the first to find Louis or get one of the boys to talk, so parking the car properly was their last priority).