Lockers. - Larry Stylinson AU

Figure ~ Chapter 7

Louis.

Harry. 

He was running towards me, huge grin on his face, looking happy as he could ever be. 

"I love you Louis!" He shouted from a distance, but he was coming closer.

"Do you love me too?!" He questioned.

Closer...

A figure appeared behind Harry. Harry quickly stopped moving.

Harry looked completely confused, "Lou? What's the matter?"

Closer...

The arms of the figure stretched out, covering Harry's mouth, and grabbed his waist. Harry was unable to move.

Closer...

I tried running to Harry, but I was planted on the floor of this white area.

Closer...

"LOUIS!" Harry screamed.

Tears began to stream down my face as the monster and Harry dissapeared.

It is here.

Harry quickly appeared infront of me, he had a butcher knife clutched in his hand, "Oh, sweet Louis. You thought I was your friend?" He chuckled evily. "Think again."

Harry pressed the sharp metal against my throat, "No!" I whimpered.

I was being shaken back and forth. 

I then heard a warm voice, "Louis, are you okay?!" the voice said.

I opened my eyes, tears covered all over my face, "Don't kill me...," I yelped, "Please! Please...," I said as my voice drifted.

Harry softly glided his hand across my face, "It's okay, Lou... it was just a dream...," Harry said calmly.

I finally realized, I was not in that white room where Harry was about to kill me... I was just in his room.

"H-Harry...," I said, whimpering sadly.

"It's okay... It's okay...," He repeated soothingly.

I buried my face into his chest, "Just go back to sleep, it's midnight, okay Lou?" He said warmly.

"I-It was horrible, Harry...," another tear escaped from my eye.

Harry wrapped his arms around my waist, comforting me, making me feel safe with him.

"I-It killed you... turned you into a demon... you tried to kill me, Harry. It was h-horrible," I tried to explain my dream hiccuping every few seconds.

I looked up to his light, feathery green coloured eyes, he was smiling slightly, I noticed he was topless, but the blanket covered the bottom half of his body.

"You're not naked, are you, lad?" I asked, out of topic.

Harry shook my head, "I'm not that perverted," a small laughed escaped from his perfect pink lips.

My face dug into his chest even more, "Good."

I heard a quiet tune that he was humming, "Don't worry."

My eyes opened widely. What was I wearing? 

"Am... Am I naked?" I asked, worried.

Harry repositied himself, still allowing my head to rest on his chest, "Well, you feel asleep naked, I tried dressing you but you kept squirming saying 'no' and all," He explained awkwardly.

I nodded, "Oh."

"Niall tried fucking you," I blurted.

"What?!" My eyes widened, though I was still crazy tired.

Harry chuckled, "Just kidding."

I looked up to him, he was basically half-asleep, though still chuckling a bit from his 'hilarious mishap' of Niall and I. Jeezus, I thought he was totally shy at first, but now – he is like some... hyper-machine, I suppose.

And yes, that was the best simile ever created.

Harry wrapped his arms around my waist as he hugged me tighter. I tried to take deep breathes, but my heart just raced faster and faster, it could have been the fact that I was basically being choked by Harry hugging me, or maybe just the fact that he is hugging me. However, he was hugging me, and I was most definitely alright with that idea.

"Let's watch a movie...," I suggested, without remembering that it was midnight.

Harry chuckled, "Really? At this time? No way," He rejected.

I pouted, "Why not, Harry? You're such a pooper," I said.

I looked up at him and he winked at me, hugging my tighter, "Because then I have to stop cuddling with you, stupid," He said jokingly, though the first part seemed to be honest.

I mumbled a little, "Oh," as if I did not even care, but I was secretly having tingles go down my spine, that was honestly so lovely what he just said.

Harry chuckled again, "I'm so cheesy," He said, laughing a bit more, soon calming down.

I nodded, "Very true," I agreed with chuckling slightly.

I was lost in thought about Harry, actually no thought at all because I was just enjoying being wrapped up in Harry's fit arms, while snuggling into his chest.

I suddenly remembered, "Where's Charlie?" I asked.

Harry started to groom my feathery hair was his fingers, "Don't worry, he's on the sofa in the living room," I could tell Harry could feel me shaking and the goosebumps growing against my skin, "I'll bring him in the room, okay?" He said, assuringly.

Harry got up from the bed, undetaching his arms from my waist, and pushed the covers off. I quickly got a glance of his chiseled torso, he had a fit body, I was absouletly amazed.

"Like what you see?" Harry chuckled, noticing my starring.

I blushed madly, "Uhh... Umm...," I mumbled, not knowing what to say.

"It's fine," He laughed at my embarrasment.

He left the room. It was quite cold without his body warmth beside me. I pulled the covers up even closer now, snuggling against the soft texture of the blanket.

I heard loud breathing enter the room, and I quickly knew it was Charlie with Harry. Charlie sat beside the bed, in the mess of blankets Harry placed for him so he would be comfortable, and Harry jumped back into his place as of before, pulling the covers over and snuggling by my side.

"Better?" He asked me, smling.

I nodded, "Of course, Curly."

Harry kissed my forehead, which lead to butterflies in my stomach. "Goodnight, love," Harry said, before turning off the lamp.

"Goodnight, Hazza."

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Hello, everyone. I hope you are enjoying the novel so far ♥ I know no one is commenting (except for Sherri), but I really appreciate you all reading it! :) Thanks sososoososososo much, I'm not sure when I will type, because I am also starting another fanfic called "GlassHeart" which is a student/teacher BoyxBoy of Larry Stylinson, if you want to check that out that would be great! Thanks for reading, my lovelies!

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