They'll Never Find Us (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4: Circumstances

Louis woke up a few hours later in a jumble of blankets and with a stiff neck. Well it was no wonder. He did just spend his time in dreamland lying at an awkward angle on Harry’s shoulder. He groggily peeled his heavy eyes open, thankful that the window’s shade was shut. Picking his head up, he looked around in a daze. His mind slowly started to awaken, his senses coming to life one by agonizing one. His blurry vision eventually came into focus and he looked to his right to see Harry. His head was flopped to the right, his lips slightly parted, deep snores rumbling out in a slow rhythm. Louis looked on, adoration clear on his features. He was just lucky there was no one around them otherwise he may look a bit weird just staring at his slumbering boyfriend. He would have been perfectly content to sit there for the rest of the flight simply admiring Harry but, the truth was, his legs were cramping and he really had to pee. Louis slowly untangled himself from the mound of blankets that encased his small frame and stood up slowly, hunched over slightly because of the low ceiling. He gingerly maneuvered his way out of their row of three seats and walked down the aisle toward the bathroom.

He returned a few minutes later to find Harry in the exact same position he left him. No surprise there. Louis knew that once Harry was out, he was down for the count. As quietly as possible, he unlatched the overhead compartment containing their bags, grabbing his personal one and placing it gently in the aisle seat which wasn’t occupied by either of the boys. They had decided it would be a lot easier to simply bring their bags on board. If they had checked them, they would have had to wait in baggage claim possibly for an extensive amount of time which held the risk of them getting recognized. Now, with their bags in hand and a car already booked and waiting for them once they landed, they could get out of the airport hopefully without incident. The two boys needed to come up with a plan for what they would do if they did happen to be recognized. It wasn’t likely though with their hoodies and beanies. But their fans were pretty observant. Some of them could probably even pick one of their elbows out from a crowd of over a thousand.

Sitting down in his still warm seat, wrapping the blanket tightly around his waist, Louis grabbed his bag. He slowly unzipped it, the coarse sound of the zipper seeming extra loud in the quiet. If you could even call a plane’s roaring engine and Harry’s snoring “quiet”. He reached into his bag and grabbed his laptop, knowing what he had to do. It was time to send Niall an email. He was the only one Louis trusted not to have a complete panic attack when he found out the two lovers were running away together. He’d probably just sit there and laugh hysterically for no other reason than he found Louis to be the most hysterical person on the entire planet. It was kind of annoying how, no matter if he was actually being funny or not, Niall would always end up with tears in his eyes, writhing around on the floor. It got rather infuriating sometimes but Niall had one of those laughs that you just couldn’t help but laugh along. It was because of this that Louis hadn’t strangled him to death yet.

Even though Niall tended to get on Louis’ nerves more often than not, the boyfriends appreciated him more than he would ever know. Since the moment Louis and Harry became one, Niall had been infatuated with the two. Every time the two of them simply held hands, cuddled up on the couch together, or gave each other pecks on the cheek, Niall would sit there in complete wonderment, his eyes full of life and an ear splitting grin plastered on his little Irish face. The fans had even picked up on his seldom hidden joy and amusement. They had started calling him Captain Niall. At one of their shows, Louis had actually spotted a shirt that said “Captain Niall Horan” and “S.S. Larry Stylinson”. He hadn’t been able to hide his smugness once he laid his eyes on that. He made sure to give the wearer of the shirt a wave, a smile, and a thumbs up. The two boys ended up approaching Niall one day and questioned him on why he always looked at them in that way. Niall had then proceeded to say one of the most astounding things either boy had ever heard. His eyes set in a determined expression, his face completely serious, Niall said, “I’ve never seen two people love each other more than you do.”