out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 92

"Where's Thomas's grave?" Niall asks all in sudden.

"I don't know, he wouldn't let me know." I pout. If Niall knows where Thomas's grave is, he wouldn't take me to London. But I feel so excited to be able to go to London with Niall. I take his hand and hold it. He smiles as he kisses our interlocked fingers.

When we arrive, we go through immigration and he leads me out.

"Niall, aren't we going to take a cab?" I ask him, strolling my suitcase.

"Nope." He grins. "I have friends here, remember?" He winks.

"Louis!" I screech. Niall leads me to Louis and Zayn who is waiting for us outside. I run and hug Louis. "Lou!" I hug him tightly as he hugs me back with a chuckle escapes his lips. "Hi, Zayn!" I pull out from Louis and hugs Zayn. I'm so excited to see Louis. He's very sweet and he took good care of Thomas and he's one of my favorite people.

"Okay, okay." Niall separating us together, teasingly. I grunt and we all walk to the car. Louis and Zayn insists me to bring my carry-on and well, I don't get to carry anything. I sit back on the passenger seat with Niall after putting our carry-ons on the luggage.

"Good to see you again, Lenny!" Zayn waves at me.

"You too." I smile at him then hold my hand in Niall's.

"Well, apparently you are staying with Harry, he's out to work but his flat is big so we all have his keys and always hang at his flat." Louis drives us to the driveway. I look outside to the old fashioned buildings and I can't help but amaze them. We finally arrive at Harry's flat and I help the boys to grab the bags.

"Lenny, leave it alone." Louis chuckles as he leads us inside Harry's flat. It's big and it's really comfy. The room is definitely Harry's style. Wooden tables and floors, black couches and desks. Louis leads me into the guest room and puts everything in there.

"Here you go." Zayn hands my carry-on bag on the bed.

"Thank you, Zayn." I smile at him and follow him outside. "Where's Niall?"

"Taking a piss." Louis giggles. "Apparently, I asked him to tell you to call us from Ireland but he insisted to come here, so," He shrugs, throwing his body on the couch.

"I'll be outside." Zayn shoves out his cigarette and walks out of the room. His accent is so thick and bold it's really attractive and matches his looks and all. He's really hot, though.

"Why do you want me to call you?" I sit next to him on the black couch.

"I called you like 100 times and you didn't answer!" Louis laughs.

"Then, what is it?" I arch my brows.

"So," He sighs. "Are you sure you don't want to rest a bit? Aren't you jetlagged?"

"No, come on, now tell me." I demand.

"Okay, so, Thomas's grave is in her—"

"He told me it's going to be far from London!" I shake my head and laugh.

"Well, he lied. He didn't want you to attend his funeral." Louis rolls his eyes, matter-of-factly.

I laugh. "So, that means, I can go visit him in his grave." I nod, looking away from Louis. Another grave, another drama scene. But it's Thomas that I'm talking about, I'm his bestfriend and I need to go and see his grave. "We should go there, like, today!"

"Actually, tomorrow would be fine with me." Louis raises his brows.

"Okay, okay." I chuckle.