Why'd You Go, Lou?

24

The next morning the three woke up to consistent knocks at the door.

"Who now?" Niall groaned his voice full of sleep.

"I don't know" mumbled Liam.

"Who's gonna open it?"

"Not it." Both Liam and Zayn said in unison.

"Ugh, fine I'll do it." said Niall before he walked over to the front door.

He opened it, saw who it was, and slammed the door closed.

Liam heard the slam. "Niall what did you do?" He reprimanded as he approached Niall at the door.

"No one important." He replied as he began walking back.

Before he could, Liam grabbed the collar of his shirt from behind and opened the door.

"Hey guys." waved Louis from where he was standing outside.

"Oh look, low and behold it's Satan himself in the form of the most pretentious fucker we know." Niall spat sourly.

This is exactly what Liam didn't want.

He didn't want them to pick sides and turn against each other. Even if they all had good reason to be mad at Louis it still didn't feel right.

"Come in," nodded Liam as he opened the door wider so that Louis could fit through.

Niall scoffed and walked back, already annoyed.

"I was wondering if I could talk to Harry."

"I don't think that's a very good idea Lou,"

"The worst idea!" Niall shouted form the living room.

"Please, I just- I need him to hear me out"

"Louis I think you both need a bit of time to cool off for a moment." Liam suggested.

"Come on Liam just- please" Louis said desperately, almost begging.

"For fucks sake," Liam sweared under his breath. "Fine."

"Wait really?! Ok!!" He pushed passed them and made his way to Harry's room.

"You let him in?!" He heard Niall say.

"Niall calm down" he heard Liam reply. The rest were just mumbles and whispers; nothing near as important as Harry.

*knock knock knock*

Louis knocked on Harry's door but he got no answer.

He waited outside Harry's room for about 5 more minutes until he figured that Harry must be asleep, so he carefully opened the door and closed it behind him.

When he turned around he saw Harry sitting at his desk, earphones in. His guitar next to him and the familiar songbook in front. With a pencil tucked behind his ear and 'garage band' open on his laptop he was probably trying to find new beats and sounds compatible with what he was making.