Show me the world || Larry Stylinson - EDITING

Chapter twenty-four - understandable.

Listen: if you haven't read chapter twenty-three, please do.

Also, this took hella long because my wi-fi did weird things and i am thrown into live like a cannonbal and have to work five days this week, have an extended day on wednesday and field hockey training inbetween {plus, two games and two parties this weekend}.

Imma die.

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"No babe," He sighed, "We're going home."

My whole body shot up on an instant, "What- how do you- What?" I sat up before stumbling off of the bed, "I thought we were going to Japan. What do you mean? Have I slept through the whole journey?"

Louis seemed the chuckle, seemed sad doing so, "You didn't sleep three weeks, yeah? It's- We... We need to get back to the UK."

His hand wrapped around my upperarm and held me straight; me as confused as ever, still. Goddamn, what is happening? How was I not supposed to be surprised, worried, whatever, with something so unexpected.

I thought Louis wanted this? Travel around the world; I thought Louis loved Japan and wouldn't want anything else. This is - extremely - weird.

"Wha-Why?"

He fidgeted, tipsy movements while still tightening his fingers, "Harry, I'll explain everything okay? Later. We have to get to the airport now, manage a flight, fast."

I slipped out of his grip, took his waist between my hands and held him from moving, "Louis, not later, explain me what is happening now."

His breath hitched, squirming under the touch, "Harry, please." He wasn't going to cry, was he?

"What's wrong, Lou." I pressed, "C'mon."

"Mark--he- Harry, we need to go." He brought out, "Mark is-"

He was moving heavily now, I was barely able to hold him in one place. It was so difficult to understand right now; He wanted to move, wanted to take our bags, go away.

I wanted to know why.

"Mark, yes, guy you helped out and owns the cafe, what's with Mark?" I helped him, "Louis, tell me."

Louis didn't answer. Instead, warm drops of water fell on the skin of my arms and a broken sob fell from a mouth.

Uh, shit.

"Lou, Louis," I said, gliding up my arms and finding his wet cheeks, "Lou, we'll get the bags, get to the airport, yeah? We will." I brushed my fingers over his newly falling tears, his head shaking due more sobs as I continued, "Breathe, okay? Breathe, be calm, you're okay. What's wrong with Mark, pumpkin, what is?"

His head now simply bumped onto my chest and I cupped it nevertheless. "You're okay, you're okay." Rocking us back and forth, not knowing where exactly I was in that chinese hotelroom and still trying to hold sanity myself was getting quite difficult, "Tell me," I whispered, "Please."

His hands grasped at my chest. He muttered something into my shirt, muffled away by the fabric so I took ahold of his cheeks again to lift them up, "Say it again, Lou."

"H-Heartattack." He managed, crying out loud, "He had a heartattack, Harry!"

Okay. This wasn't expected. All the things I did expect, though, were outshined by this. So far outshined that it seriously blew me away and made my mind blank.

What to do? Keep rocking? Saying it'll be alright? What if the guy's dead? - I didn't think I would witness Louis in this stadium. Shoot, he's emotional, the bad kind too.

"Okay," I said, trying my best to sound soothingly, brushing my fingers once more, "Okay, yeah- yeah, let's get the bags, let's go."

His head fell back to where it had been, starting to mumble again between the sniffing sounds of him trying to contain his tears, "Lucas- he's there, he's- God damn."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "The kid? Oh shi- Lucas is okay, right?"

Of course the kid was alone; Mark was basically all he had, Louis told me about that so much I get that he has to go back, I don't need further explaination either.

Even if I'd love to continue this, continue my dream; Louis' needs are more important to me.

Because, yeah, I'd give up anything just for him.

And yeah, I sure as hell am whipped. It doesn't bother me, anyway.

Now, he nodded onto my chest, actually producing a sentence, "He's in daycare there, but he's never been without Mark, I don't know how he's managing."

"Let's go there, yeah?"

Another nod, his body taking a step back and just brushing our hands together before he grabbed mine, "Yeah."

From there; everything went quick. We got the bags in the rented car, drove back to the airport and after we turned in the vehicle, we went to the counter selling "last minutes". It didn't take long until the asian man - with this massive accent which made him almost unaudible, even for me - behind it found one to go to England, but it wasn't sure how soon it was going to come. Could take a day, he said, at least twelve hours.

And, yes, one thing lead to another and Louis was a mess again, unfortunately, stressing and constantly pacing back and forth between me and somewhere else; I couldn't track him, had difficulty keeping him calm once again, he really was as bipolar as the average british weather - tomorrow, for sure, we would be located in that same weather-situation, different from this hot, sticky climate.

So, when his phase of being pissed and freaked out was kind of over, we decided to just sit on some seats that were near that same counter and wait; the man told us he would warn us when there was a flight replaced, re-scheduled or what else can happen to planeflights on an airport - literally no idea, what the hell would make a plane fly earlier.

I don't know if I've ever waited this long, though.