out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 95

We leave the pub when Harry starts to ramble around like he always do when he's drunk. It's almost midnight and I'm also really tired. We all decide to stay at Harry's and call it a night. I lay my body on the bed after I clean myself up. Niall is laying on the other side of the bed with his phone in his hand. I sit on the bed, making him puts his phone on the bedside table and scoots his bum closer to me. He smiles and let me lay my head on his chest, cuddling like we always do.

"So, you have an awesome boyband." I joke as he laughs.

"I know," He chuckles. "somehow, I picture it in my head, but I don't know." He pulls me closer into his chest.

"You know, I always wanted to live here." I stroke his hand.

"As you wish." He winks.

The next day, I find myself really hot by Niall's big arms weighing on me. I wiggle out of his grip and pull my hair in a bun since it's really messy. I get out of the room to see Louis sitting on the couch.

"Morning, Lenny!" Louis cheerily greets me, he's focusing his eyes on the TV.

"Morning, where are the others?" I sit beside him.

"Harry went to work with Liam, Zayn is going to stay at Perrie's. His girlfriend," Lou informs. "soon to be fiance." He adds.

"Wow, that's great. What about you and the others?" I ask him in curiousity.

"Liam has a girlfriend, her name is Sophia. And Harry, he manages to focus on his career. And me, I'm alone. I just broke up with my girlfriend when I was in America, a month ago, I think. Her name is Eleanor." He sighs, taking a cup of his tea.

"Oh. . . well, I'm sure there's someone out there, Lou."

"Don't talk like that." He glares at me as I laugh. "We are going to Thomas's grave today, yeah?" He asks, gesturing me to have a tea for myself. I shake my head as I think of Thomas. I miss him so much.

"Okay. . ." I smile.

"What is it?" He sits up, looking straight at me.

"I just really miss him, that's all." I shut my eyes, leaning back on the couch.

He shoves out a paper on the pile of papers next to the couch. "Lenny. . . He wanted me to give you this." He hands me a piece of paper. I sit up, adjusting myself to see a clear sight of the paper. I open it, revealing Thomas's handwriting. Another letter, my subsconcious adds and I want to slap my own head by the remark. "It's just a simple letter, Mel. But he wanted me to give it to you. I asked him to just let me tell you but he wouldn't let me, so, yeah." He leans forward, gathering his hands together.

I slowly open the piece of paper. I smile at the note, timidly. I know he does and always will.

            "I LOVE YOU TOO,

                        Your baby-faced british guy,

                                    Mrs. Parker's relative."

I laugh but I don't shed a tear. I hug the letter to my chest as I grin at Louis who is watching me with confusion in his eyes. I stick my tongue out to him. "It wouldn't be that funny if you tell me by yourself." I giggle and look up to see Niall.