Simply Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

 

Harry

 

October 23, 2013

 

Louis and I go to soundcheck together, jumping into the back of the car with the other guys. We begin to muck about, play-fighting with both of us wearing large smiles and said smiles emitting loud laughs. It causes strange looks from the others; we haven’t mucked about like this in… well, a long time.

“What happened between those two?” I hear Zayn whisper to Niall, and then see Niall shrug before replying,

“I don’t know. Glad they’re getting on again.” Zayn hums in reply to him. I don’t know if they know I can hear, but they’re not being very conspicuous.

“I don’t know if anyone else is up for this, but when I get to soundcheck all I want to do is sleep.” I admit.

“Same ‘ere.” Lou nods, his head resting on my shoulder.

“Cool. Let’s ditch these losers.” Liam whacks my shoulder in annoyance at that comment, but I just grin stupidly.

“Whatever, don’t blame us if you get in trouble, though.” He muses, smirking.

“Oh, come off it. Let them be boys.” Z interjects, shaking his head. “They’re getting along again, let them be. Literal checking of sound doesn’t require five people; it can honestly be one. Not like you guys ever help out anyway.” He continues, shaking his head.

“You’re awesome.” Louis praises just as the car stops, throwing open the car door as the car pulls to a halt, jumping out excitedly. “Let’s sleep!” He slams the door in my face as I attempt to get out.

“Thanks a lot,” I mutter, reopening to door and climbing out at a much, much slower pace. Louis is already halfway to the building, pointing without looking back towards the sign that reads Allphones Arena. I shake my head, following him in with a minuscule smile on my face and the other three trailing close behind me.

As we enter, I see that the blue eyed man ahead of me has turned towards the dressing rooms rather than the way of the stage, as shown by the large, loud sign that points the way.

“See you guys,” I wave them off, turning left towards the dressing rooms. I walk into the vaguely comfortable room, seeing previously stated blue eyed fellow sitting on the couch with his head tipped back awkwardly and his eyes closed, sleeping or attempting to do so.

“Why is it so easy for you to go to sleep? Takes me bloody hours, and even then I don’t sleep well. I’m seriously considering getting diagnosed with sleep insomnia.” I complain, shaking my head and lying down on the couch next to him.

“Yeah, different looking in than being in. I just keep my eyes closed and my breathing even, but don’t sleep for ages.” He replies, sweeping his hair gently to the side. “If anyone comes in here, I’m passed out with sickness and will never get up until the show starts. ‘Kay?” I laugh.

“Sure, and I’m the loving, caring fellow who decides to look after you. Not the terribly tired two who just decided that life was too difficult and that sleep would better suit them.” I muse.

“Yep, agreed.” He closes his eyes again.

“Can I lean on your shoulder? This couch is terribly uncomfortable for sleeping.”