Show me the world || Larry Stylinson - EDITING

Chapter twenty-seven - long way, long gone.

And as I woke up the next morning, the long-known headaches had returned after not having any for so long. I was actually surprised that I indeed woke up, now knowing that I did sleep and not just lay awake at night as I thought I would.

I guess my blanket was able to keep me warm. A little.

But, as I was saying, when I wake up with that headache, I realized there were knocks on my door. Rapidly in a pace without any breaks inbetween. Knock, knock, knock, in an ongoing loop.

And I didn't want to stand up, legs sore and mind still too sleepy to even manage getting out of bed. I didn't want to open the door, didn't want to face this shitty world in London.

Because, though I was home, my dream was only partly fullfilled and this place seemed like a wrecker, a dream-stopping wrecker.

Fuck London.

Not only that, I also kind of built up another one, one in which I had a quirky boy next to me at all times. But that just... belonged to only me, right now, lying in my own bed with my own scent and my own stupid boring non-event mind.

"Harry, open t' door, goddamn." Niall's voice rang, muffled by whatever was inbetween along with the door, "Only Liam has that stupid key and I ain't calling him awake."

I guess he was there too, then.

"You're waking me up, too." I groaned back, knowing he wouldn't hear me anyhow, "Shut the hell up."

But the knocking didn't stop, slams inbetween even, with this not understandable voice yelling with them.

He sure sounded mad.

Eventually, I had been defeated by my annoyance and gathered myself together. Stepping out of bed, I might have hit some suitcases, fell over one as well but neither of them where either registered or cared about.

When I reached the door, I swung it open and once again groaned - which turned more into a whine, "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were back here? Huh? Did you really need your boyfriend to call me for that? You could've at least came by, or am I wrong at that? You guys should've been gone still for the coming, like, three months." Yes, he was mad. Oh well, always upset over nothing.

The wave of questions never came in hard, though, so I kind of just sighed, "Niall, yesterday was chaotic, I could not have come by. We were at the hospital and-"

"Why were you at the hospital? Is any of you guys ill or somethin'?" He interrupted, pushing himself inside by wiggling between me and the doorpost, "You look perfectly fine, are you shitting me right now?"

Annoyed even more, I threw back my head and closed the door, "Let me talk, please."

"Alright, go." Niall agreed, "Don't lie t' me, though."

I ignored his last comment and breathed out heavily, "A close friend of Louis' had a heartattack so we went back and that friend has a grandson. That grandson was alone so, yeah, shit, we had to pick him up but we fought and I'm tired." I brought out, then rubbed my empty eyes, "Here, your explaination, get out and let me sleep."

"How old is that friend of Louis? What the hell." His voice was so far; he might even be in the kitchen.

"Dunno, old. Get out." I tried to find him, walking to the kitchen and following whatever sound he made until I was able to take ahold of his vest, "I need my sleep."

"Yeah, I did too, and then Louis called me to bring you home, to momma." Niall was clearly eating something, "I'm stealing your breakfast, by the way, but it doesn't taste too good."

"I haven't been here for a month and a half, I wonder why." I deadpanned, mentally slapping him for eating overdue food. "Spit it out, we'll get something later."

And then he got out of my hands, not able to be found for a few seconds until I heard his coughs and spurtling sounds not that far away. When he got closer again, he huffed, "You're pretty grumpy. You need food too."

"I need my meds," I corrected him, patting his shoulder quite hard as I was surprised of hitting it by trying once, "Grab 'm for me, will you? Be useful for once and such."

He huffed again, "Okay. Blue one, right? for headaches?"

Calm, the colour of the sky, "Yeah, the blue one." and as my friend walked away, I yelled after him, "Is it dark or light blue, Niall?"

"You know about colours?" He yelled back happily, laughing just after; "Well done, Harry."

I walked out of the kitchen myself, straight to my couch and plopped down carefully. "Learned from Lou," I murmured to myself, "He's done well, too."

Only seconds later, Niall's big old feet came stomping in again like they had done the whole time he was here and something bounced onto my lap, "'Ere you go." He said, "The light blue box with white logo."

Taking ahold of the box, I nodded, "Thanks."

While swallowing the meds, I realized what was actually coming next. My boyfriend called Niall to get me home. To mom and my tiny old bedroom and quiet, boring Holmes chapel.

"Do you think I need to pack?" I questioned.

Niall scoffed, "Have you even unpacked."

Oh, yeah. "Well, no, but do I need to take everything with me?"

"Dunno, mate. Your mom should have clothes too, right?"

I shrugged, "I think so." Sighing, "I'll just take my meds and- eh, don't know, basic stuff."

"Yeah."

There was a small silence.

"You stink. Take a shower." Niall suddenly said, "Like, now."

I chuckled, just a bit. "Thanks for the compliment."

Even if he is a shitty friend sometimes, nobody could not love Niall.