Apocalypse (larry stylinson)

Chapter 41

Harrys p.o.v

Louis lays against my chest as I feel his body tremble. "Louis," I mumble brushing his feathery hair back. Is he cold? He can't be, the wind's not that strong.

I look down and his hand tightens onto my shirt. "Lou?" he looks up, and to my sight, his eyes are red and puffy.

"Harry, it could have been worse," His whisper is quiet as he hangs onto me. "It could have been worse." He repeats burying his head back into my chest.

"I know baby. I know." I place my index finger and thumb under his chin and lift his head up, I look into his teary eyes and rest my forehead against his. "But we're all ok," Louis then backs away from me with wide eyes.

"We are all ok? What about Lou? What about her baby?!" Louis' voice raises.

"Baby please calm down," I whisper taking ahold of his upper arms.

"What about my daughter?" Tears leave his eyes as he hits against my chest. "I could have lost her." He cries banging forcefully against my chest.

"Lou, calm down, please," I catch his wrists before more hits come my way.

"Harry, I could have died." He silences himself before continuing. "You could've died." He lays his head into the crook of my neck. I feel the warm wetness of his salty tears slide down my skin, I put my hands into his and intertwine our fingers.

"We all could have died," he whimpers wrapping his arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. There is silence between us, the only sound heard is the wind blowing over our heads. I rub my hands up and down Louis' back, comforting him. Little huffs escape his lips.

"Louis, I know you're scared. But I am too. Things are gonna happen because the world is...Hell. Whatever it gives us, we have to fight back and accept that people will die and get hurt. You can't control what life throws at you, and we never know what's coming." I feel his breath hit my neck, and he pulls me closer to him. Can we even get any closer?

"Whatever life throws at us, just think something good will happen in the future." He pulls away from me, and looks into my eyes. His eyebrows pinch together as if he's confused.

"How can I think something good will happen? Nothing good will happen now, since this all began." His hands play with my curls as his eyes don't meet mine.

"Well, if this never began...I never would have found you." I smile up at him and he returns the gesture. He leans down and placing a kiss on my lips then leans our foreheads together.

"I think we would have found each other either way," a sad giggle escapes his thin lips.

"How?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I believe in fate," then and there I feel my heart quicken at his words. I believe in fate.

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I wake up to the sounds of soft breaths in my ear, and wind blowing around me.Louis' body is still pressed against mine, just like it was last night. His hands rest at the sides of my stomach with his head rested between my neck and shoulder. I lean into him with my cheek pressed against his forehead. I wrap my lanky arms around his torso to secure him from the bumpy roads.

I look through the small broken window, leading to the truck bed, to see a blonde head of hair at the wheel, with a head on his shoulder. Which is obviously Liam. Paul lays against the door window, and Greg and Zayn seem to have moved back here with us.

"Shit," Niall's Irish voice whispers in stress.

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned.

"We need gas, and I have no idea how far we are from a station." Niall sighs in distress.