Double Act (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen: Nialler To The Rescue

Double Act - Chapter 17

~~ Louis' P.O.V ~~

"Wow," Liam breathed. "I have no idea how you're going to make this decision!"

I forced a smile. "Thanks, mate. Really helping,"He muttered an apology and scurried away to where Niall was standing, beginning to rave about the act that we had just witnessed. He'd really liked them, and he had reason too. They were great singers.

Shorts and T-shirts? Tops and Trousers?

"So how were they? Socks and Shoes?" I looked up to see Harry standing next to the couch.

Ah yes. Socks and Shoes, the first of the 2 girl groups.

We were situated in a light conservatory, sun streaming in through the glass windows that surrounded us. There wasn't much in the room; just a few potted plants and a bookshelf in one corner, the middle of the wooden floor filled with a large brown leather sofa, on which I sat.

I simply shrugged. "Where's Zayn?" I asked, ignoring Harry's question. He said nothing. Instead, he sighed and walked away, his shoes clicking on the floorboards.

Why was I being so rude to everyone? Well, I knew why. I was moody, for obvious reasons that I have mentioned before and refuse to repeat. But why should I take it out on Harry? It didn't give me the right to be horrible to my friends.

Yet I carried on being rude to everyone I talked to. To be honest, that was the one thing that didn't concern me at that point in time. I was overwhelmed with my own problem, and didn't really consider anything else.

"Next group to perform! Next group to perform!" Joey bellowed from somewhere out of sight. I snapped myself out of my thoughts, and searched around the room for Zayn.

I spotted him standing not too far away, with Harry stood next to him muttering in his ear. I rolled my eyes, knowing he'd be telling Zayn to ask if I were alright or something. After a moment I felt the sofa dip, and I knew Zayn was next to me.

"Don't bother asking if I'm alright," I mumbled, staring at my fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zayn look at me, his face blank and emotionless.

"I wasn't going to," he told me, his voice deep and monotone.

I didn't say anything, but I raised an eyebrow at Zayn as if to probe for an explanation. And I got one.

"What's the point in trying to talk to be nice to you when all you're going to do is be rude and ignore me?"

Ouch.

~~ Lara's P.O.V ~~

"Lara and Olivia?" Mollie tried. "As in Double Act?"

The large man shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not to let anyone in!" he shrugged, not seeming at all apologetic.

"But you have to let us in!" Liv pleaded. "This is a dying man's last wish!" she cried, almost in tears. I winced at how cheesy that sounded, but said nothing. The guard didn't reply, and simply turned away to talk into his radio-device-thingy.

We were here, at the gates of the gigantic house. Somehow we'd managed to find it, along with about 100 other screaming 'directioners', and were now standing at the gates next to a few security people and, as you already know, we were having trouble getting inside.

Mollie let out an exasperated sigh, and let her head fall back. I groaned, and put my hands over my ears to block out the screaming.

"What the hell are we going to do now?!" Liv moaned, her eyes glinting with tears. Mollie stayed silent, and stared through the gates at something.