Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 14: Missing Pieces

Author's Note: First off, a big thank you to everyone who helped this story reach 1000+ views! :) I know it's been a while since I've uploaded two chapters within a weekend time frame, but I did tell myself if I reached 1000 views before Sunday is over, then I'll go ahead and upload the next chapter. So, here it is and hope you all enjoy. This will be all from Harry's perspective. Also, it's been a while since I've done a dedication. I think there's only been one, so far. So, if anyone wants one before next weekend, you can always let me know.

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Harry's Pov.

The moment I woke up, I started smiling; it dawned on me that I actually made it through the night and that I wasn't having another lucid dream - Louis was still here laying in my bed. He must've had a bit of a wild sleeping-night, seeing as he was all the way on the other side, hands dangling over the bed's outline. I'm sure he was tired. Me being in the hospital probably left him sleep deprived. His fringe laid upon his forehead - relaxed. Light snores came from his mouth, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. I decided it would be best to check on Liam, to see if he's actually here. I left the blanket's warmth, then walked to Louis' side. I placed a kiss upon his cheek, letting it linger for some time. Eventually, I had to pull away, not wanting to risk him waking up to my lips on him.

I tip-toed out the door, then closed the door quietly. Liam's room was right across from mine, so it wasn't that far of a walk. The door was cracked, causing me to reminisce of it being that way in my dreams. My heart's beating pace picked up a beat and my walk slowed down. If luck was on my side this morning, I won't walk in to find an empty room, just as I did in my alternate state. I placed my hand on the smooth wood, pushing it open more. To my surprise, Niall was tucked under the covers, slightly snoring - no Liam. I scanned the room, though it was kind of dark. The sun had not rose yet. Did I have another lucid dream after all? Was Liam actually still dead? "Harry?" At the sound of the call, I jumped a bit; I turned around to find Liam and I let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank God."

"Are you okay, mate? Did something happen with Niall?"

"Oh, no. I was looking for you, actually."

"Okay. Well, I have some tea on the kettle downstairs. We can chat in the kitchen." He sent me a smile, then patted me on the back. As he headed for the stairs, I closed his door back to its' prior state, then followed him. As we entered the kitchen, I sat on one of the stools, while he fished for two cups.

"So..." I grinned at him.

"So, what?" He poured me a cup of Yorkshire tea, then placed the cup on the coaster near me.

"Why is Niall sleeping in your room? He's usually with Zayn."

"Oh, you know...bonding time. He is my best mate after all."

"So am I, but I've never been in your bed for more than a minute."

"I could say the same for you and Louis." He grinned and I couldn't bring myself to argue with him; he was right. Louis is the only one I'm willing to spend the night with. It just wouldn't be the same with others - except Niall, sometimes. He's cuddly. I took a sip of the tea, allowing the warmth to run through my body. It was a bit chili, and I'm not one to wear much clothing inside, so the tea was helping.

"Morning, guys." Zayn entered the kitchen in his briefs and a white, plain shirt. He rubbed his eyes free of the sleep, before taking a seat next to me.

"Morning." Liam and I responded in unison.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have seen Nialler? He just disappeared from my bed in the middle of the night." I looked to the culprit and Liam seemed to be blushing. Zayn looked back and forth between us, before settling his eyes on Liam. "I bet he's in your room."