The Beach House ~ A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction (Completed)

C h a p t e r S i x

This took much longer than it should have and I apologize but I guess I'm going to be apologizing for a lot of the chapters because I never seem to find the time to continue. But anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

This chapter and this whole story (pretty much the rest of it) is inspired by They Don't About Us by One Direction. I think it just fits what Harry and Louis feel for each other. And I basically listened to the whole album while writing this.

And another song that really helped push this along was So Cold by Ben Cocks, it isn't to popular of a song but I am in love with it. And I'll be adding a place to start the song to get a full effect. :)

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Chapter 6

Louis peeled open his eyes letting them adjust to the dim room, he wasn't sure how long he had slept but it must have been a long time telling from the crook in his neck. Yawning, Louis stretched and sat up his phone falling out of his lap the screen lit up alerting him that his tweet hadn't gone through.

Directing his attention to the phone he read the beginning of the tweet, he lifted up the phone and scrolled down to read the rest. Shaking his head he changed the capital "H" to a lower case "h" and finished the tweet with "her more than anything." He sent the tweet and locked the phone looking around the dimmed house. Some lights shone in from the outside lighting but for the most part it was dark.

Looking around it seemed really quiet and calm. Hadn't the radio been on before he'd fallen asleep? And where was Harry?

Sliding his legs off the couch Louis tried getting up but was quickly reminded of why he couldn't walk. His foot was red and swollen but not numb, he regretted going into the ocean but it was worth it. Feeling alive again.

He got onto one foot and hopped from one couch to the next, if Harry wasn't there he'd have to just get around on his own. He made his way slowly through the house.

"Harry!" He yelled his voice came out raspy and the house was dark but he couldn't find the light switch.

He'd just have to manage in the dark.

"Harry! Come out come out where ever you are!" Louis joked thinking Harry was playing a game with him.

Louis hopped over to Harry's room and clumsily threw his door open, both trying to scare Harry and it just flew open seeing as how he was trying to stay standing. But he found no one. Just an empty room.

Limping back into the living room Louis crashed down onto the couch and with wide eyes stared at the T.V. Moving his gaze over Louis noticed how late it was. 11:54 pm almost midnight. Where would Harry have gone and why would he have left without at least telling him.

He picked up his phone quickly unlocking it and typing out a text to Harry:

"Where are you dork?:) x"

He waited 5 minutes.

Then 10 minutes.

After half an hour still no reply, it was well past midnight and Louis was starting to dose off. He was worried but he couldn't stay up, he was still exhausted and the comfortable couch didn't help much either.

Louis slowly drifted into sleep on the couch with his phone sitting next to him, with still no reply from Harry.

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Harry sat in the car and stared at the garage door with a dead stare. It was hot in the car but he shivered, and his brain felt dead. After driving for three hours, Harry was tired, and the three shots of vodka only gave him a slight buzz. Almost compared to nothing from the buzz he wanted.