The Beach House ~ A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction (Completed)

C h a p t e r F i v e - Part A

I'm sorry this chapter took such a long time, it's mainly because I just recently came back from Europe and school started. I have lots of honors and ap classes so I'm engulfed in homework.

So this will be part A of chapter five because it isn't long enough to be a whole chapter and I just can't wait any longer. But I'm hoping to be to chapter 6 and maybe writing chapter seven by Thanks Giving, and to chapter 10 or 11 by the New Year, wish me luck. :)

And as I was writing this Live While We're Young came out. It. Is. Perfection. What we expected and more from our boys. <3

The little photo to the side that looks like Harry crying while Louis and Eleanor are out in the open, basically sums up my rant at the end of the story. I am in love with that photo and I have never seen anything that is more perfect.

But so this chapter also took a lot of thinking because I have a lot of ideas of what happens at the beach house and I'm not to good at the build up in stories but I do try. And again I can't say thank you enough to you guys because you always give me compliments and some of you told me Happy Birthday. You don't know how appreciated it is :)

The two songs that I used where.

The Scientist - Coldplay

In Your Arms- Kina Grannis

You can just listen to them when I mention them in the story they just seemed to match the tempo of the story and I might use In Your Arms again because it's just so perfect.

So here goes.

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The night was so silent, it was outlandish to not hear the sirens and cars during the night. Harry stared at the ceiling, he was exhausted beyond belief but he couldn't sleep. Louis and Harry had spent the whole day unpacking and moving furniture around the beach house. It was large and in a very isolated area full of luxurious furniture and it just felt homey but still it wasn't home. Harry sighed and flipped over staring out the sliding door, at the the ocean that he could see sparkling under the moon light. He felt like he'd made a good choice, but in the back of his head he still worried about it turning out a disaster.

Harry's mind was racing, all his thoughts preventing him from slipping into sleep. He wasn't sure he could sleep even if his mind let him be. It was the first night Louis had taken his chemo. They looked like ordinary pills but Harry knew they held a lot of hope. But knowing that the therapy was an extensive painful process Harry read the extensive list of side effects. Harry wasn't sure how Louis could sleep, But judging by the snores he heard through the wall he was sure he'd fallen asleep long ago.

Reaching over and unlocking his phone to look at the time he saw it was 2:36 am. Grunting he grabbed his headphones pushing them into his ears he scrolled through his music list. Maybe music could help him sleep. He couldn't choose a song and hit shuffle the song that came on was perfect and he was sure it would ease him. The familiar thrum of the guitar signaled the song The Scientist by Coldplay.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

Tell you I've set you apart

Tell me your secrets

And nurse me your questions

Oh, let's go back to the start

Good thoughts. Good thoughts. What would he think about?