Burning Skies » larry

Chapter 33

Despite the new sense of normalcy Harry had fallen into, he couldn't help but feel like everything was over just yet. Whenever Louis or Niall wasn't around to distract him from his own thoughts, his head spun with endless doubts, running rampant until he found himself awake at night, staring at the ceiling with Louis' breath on the nape of his neck.

In a few days, Harry was planning to go back to school and attend classes like usual. However, he couldn't help but feel that he'd be distracted when the time came and he had to sit down in the classroom and try not to zone out in the midst of a lecture.

It always came back to that moment with Reid on the yacht. Harry and Louis were separately powerful, but together, they were something infinitely more. Harry couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew for sure that the two of them using their powers as one meant something else entirely. Harry was dying to know exactly what they'd done.

It had been four days since the incident, and frankly, sometimes Harry just forgot that it ever even happened, if for only a fleeting moment. He forgot about his power and Reid whenever Louis was cuddling him or peppering his face with kisses, or Niall talking nonstop and cackling loudly whenever Louis said something funny or sarcastic. During the late nights when Louis and Niall were already asleep, Harry would call Liam and talk to him in a hushed voice out in the balcony. Liam's wise, calming words were exactly what Harry needed to hear during those times. Even Zayn, who wasn't one for words made sure to show Harry just how much he could rely on him for anything at all through a single smile or a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. Harry was lucky to have these people in his life, he could never imagine how he'd end up without them, but he guessed that for all the bad luck he'd faced in his short time being alive, the world at least owed him friendship like this.

They did all they could to support him and help him blend back into the normal world, but Harry sometimes needed to work things out on his own. He didn't want to hear Louis tell him that everything was fine, or Liam to tell him that everything was going to be okay—he needed to know these himself.

Harry sighed, wiggling closer to Louis so his back was pressed closer to Louis' chest. The older boy tightened his hold around his waist, mumbling something into the back of his shoulder. From the weak light pouring through the window, Harry guessed it was way too early in the morning to be up already.

Harry turned around so he was facing Louis, staring up at his thick lashes and slightly parted lips. He caressed his cheekbone lightly, not wanting to wake him up.

Lately, Harry had noticed how Louis didn't seem so keen on sharing updates about the Reid situation with him. He would always only say vague stuff like "everything's taken care of" or "you're safe now" but never really gave Harry the specifics he was looking for. Harry knew that Louis was just being protective and probably thought that he was doing Harry a favor by not burdening him with this information, but if anything, it only made Harry even more anxious.

Pressing his lips to Louis' cheek, Harry carefully climbed out of bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He spared one last look at Louis' sleeping form before walking out to the balcony and sliding the glass door closed behind him. He wrapped his robe tighter around his body and sat down on the wooden bench, looking down at the relatively empty street below them. There were a few honking cars and an echoing yell that sounded like an annoyed driver. Harry let the chilly air sweep through him, thankful for the coldness against his skin.

A few moments later, he opened his phone and bit his lip, staring at Katrina's contact number. He'd gotten her number from Louis yesterday because he knew if there was anyone at all, Katrina was the one who had all the answers to his questions.

Glancing back at the door behind him, he took a deep breath and pressed the call button, resting his back on the bench as he waited for her to pick up. He nervously bit his nails, wondering if perhaps he should've tried calling her later when she was surely awake—