Little Things // A Larry Stylinson Faniction

Two

It was as if someone had turned off his light. He just closed up; constricted; darkened. It was as if I had pushed this 'make Louis Tomlinson hate me' button.

"I'm just going to get changed," He mumbles, stumbling out of the room. Nothing had happened to him; it was just a figment of my imagination. I go to have my turn in the shower, to try and drown my thoughts out. The water is already hot when I turn it on, so I strip down quickly, getting in. Water runs into my ears and through my eyes, blocking out most of my senses. All I can hear is the thump of the blood in my veins; all I could feel was the hot water reaching my fingertips, leaving my body graciously. I open my mouth, tasting the musty tasting water. It caresses my throat on the way down, leaving a trace of warmth where it touches. I taste the steam, letting my nostrils feel the burn of the water rushing up them. It's nice, this rawness, so I breath more in, slowly, but I do it casually, letting the water burn more and more, until the rawness is too much. I sink to the floor of the shower, letting steam encapsulate me like it's sad prisoner. What is this? Is this the pure, rawness of life? What am I living it for? 

I turn the shower off, hopping out, and towelling myself dry. I wrap the towel around myself, and slipping out of the bathroom. I walk towards my bedroom, when I see Louis, in sprawled on the floor, bathing in a puddle of his own vomit. 

"Louis!" I cry, rushing over to him. I shake him, checking to see if he is awake.

"Fuck off, Harry, I'm fine."

"You're clearly not," I say, sitting him up, and adjusting the towel around my torso.

"Now, stay there," I say to him rushing to my room to chuck on a pair of pants, and then gathering a bucket of lukewarm water and a sponge. I walk, half run back to him.

"Harry, this is unnecessary! I'm fine!" He protests as I clean him off, his frail limbs hardly holding themselves. I lift him up, bridal style, carrying him into the living room, and placing him carefully on the sofa. His frail frame is shaking, so I get a blanket, lightly throwing it on him, all while he protests.

"Harry, I am seriously fine!" He says through a shaky voice. I roll my eyes, cleaning the floor up. I do it to keep me busy. What would of happened if I hadn't found him? What even happened? I let my thoughts keep me busy, distracting me from the constant protesting coming from Lou. He slowly starts to calm down, the whining and protesting slowing down, until he's thanking me, trying to make me tea, trying to help. It's my time to protest, his weak body still recovering. After a while he quietens, succumbing to the fact that he needs to rest. He watches me for a while, his piercing blue eyes following me. I clean up the whole apartment; it a distraction from the inevitable; but also just needing a good clean. And then I start to sing; melodies lifting up my spirit, Helios welcoming himself inside once again. And then Louis is in my arms, us swaying to the silent music that speaks to both of our souls. We smile in chorus; happiness suddenly eating away all our frustrations. And then; all at once; we're singing to each other, our voices reverberating around the room like devilish angels, Helios joining in with our symphony by shining brighter than ever. This wonderful feeling is all-consuming. It fills me up, like a waterfall satisfying the river.