Pleatorial - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter Nine

if you really feel like you can handle the emotions that this song will add to this chapter.. go ahead and listen to Fix You by Coldplay

Louis was panicking.

More than he had ever in his life. 

He contained his sobs with his trembling hand, and the overwhelming nausea that nearly crippled him rolled through his stomach. His throat burned as he read the post-it over and over, not wanting to believe it. How could someone have found out?

He had been careless.

The more he thought about his plans, the more he saw the cracks in them. This just made it worse, and he knew he couldn’t just sit here. 

So he ran.

He ran for the elevators, not even bothering to notify anyone- that was the absolute least of his concerns right now- being fired.

As soon as there was enough room for him to squeeze between the elevator doors as they swung open to the parking garage, he was sprinting for his car. He could hardly see through his tears, and his mouth was agape as wrecked breaths scraped their way down to his lungs. 

As he drove to his apartment, he ran 3 red-lights, was honked at numerous times, and nearly wrecked once. But he couldn’t think any further then just to get home.

Even though his lungs burned, and muscles ached from the strenuous sprinting, he didn’t stop. He ran down the narrow hall to his apartment’s door, and it felt as though time slowed, and his legs felt like lead noodles.

His head grew light, and he wasn’t even sure if he had the strength to open the door- too afraid to see if he was gone, if the police were awaiting him.

But his will to see that perfect face brought out the strength and he sloppily slid the key through the reader, and the lock clicked open. His throat constricted, and he rested his hand on the knob. 

What would happen if they were in there waiting for him? Would he just go to prison, to sit and waist away in a cell for years on end, until he went insane? That thought wasn’t as scary as the next one that haunted him.

What would they do with Harry?

He couldn’t bare to even think about it, and tried to flush it out with the memory of waking up to his beautiful face this morning- but that brought more pain and a wretched sob. 

He slammed the door open, light from the window nearly blinding him.

It was fairly quiet- and he just froze in the foyer, awaiting shouts from the police, or just silence from there being no one here anymore.

His eyes looked about the living area and kitchen frantically.

And then it happened.

There he was, walking from the bedroom, looking perfect as ever. As soon as the bot saw him, he grinned, waving- before realizing the disheveled look on his face, and concern washed over his features.

A relieved shroud fell over Louis and he bounded to him, wrapped his arms around him and bawled into the crook of his neck. 

“What’s wrong, Louis?” Harry’s voice toned out carefully, rubbing the man’s back as he shook in his arms. 

Louis shook his head over and over, not being able to find his voice. He stepped back momentarily, to look up at him with bleary eyes, sniffling.

“I-I. I don’t know what’s going to happen Harry. I-I was w-worried they had.. taken you.” He managed, his voice barely above a strained whisper. He clutched harder onto the bot, as though someone was about to rip him from his grasp.