Words To Say

Sιא: Life Now

Chapter Sιא

  “Niall, where did you want your music stuff?” Zayn calls out.  More like huffs since the box he is carrying weighs about fifty pounds.  That’s fifty pounds worth of guitar supplies, sheet music, original compositions, and stuff.

  “In the room adjacent to my bedroom. Be careful with my babies!!!” I instruct.

  “And where the heck is your bedroom?” Liam groans.  Oops.  I think he is carrying my clothing box.

  “First room on your left upstairs . . . I think.”

  “I expect a fancy dinner date at The Ivy as my payment!” Zayn demands.

  “You will get it once everything has been moved in.  Sheesh!” You would think that Liam doesn’t feed him often enough.  When in fact, Liam is one of the best cooks I’ve ever known.  That’s probably why I became best mates with him; for his kindness and awesome culinary skills.

  “Oi, it is not the first room, Horan!  It’s the one at the bleeding end of the hallway!” Liam yells from upstairs.

  Yeah, my salary is quite impressive now. I’ve managed to buy myself a Victorian era mansion on the outskirts of London—right near where the suburbs begin.  It’s spacey to say the least. I think I’ve got three bedrooms plus a master bedroom and one or two guest rooms.  Pretty brilliant.

  “Sorry! I’ll throw in extra money for the dessert afterwards?” I say hopefully.

  Liam pokes his head out from the second storey balcony. “You’d better.”

  “I love you!” I say in my defence.  He throws a withering glare at me before heading downstairs.  Zayn smiles an kisses his frown away.  Aww, they are so adorable together. The past month I’ve been living with them, I’ve had to live with excessive displays of affection.  Not that I was complaining that much.  It was rather weird to hear muffled groans and moans every night though—sometimes even in the morning.

  It takes about two hours to transport all of my boxes from the moving truck that I’ve borrowed.  After that, we go out to an Italian restaurant for lunch. The waitress (in her young twenties, it seemed) recognised me and made sure that our orders were brought out as quick as possible.  We all dig in and scarf down the food in less than five minutes.  Zayn and Liam demands desserts so I have to buy them a cheesecake to share between the two of them.  I get myself a fudge ice cream cake as well.

  After that, the couple return to their love nest, leaving me all alone in my new house.  I set about unpacking my music room.  I kind of need music to make a living so yeah, that’s a great place to start.  An hour later, the shelves are stocked full of music sheets, CD’s, old vinyl records, and other stuff.  The record player is set up in the northern corner next to the stereo system that cost half my salary.  Good thing is, it’s worth every penny. Then I take out my guitars and put them on their stands.

  Two o’ clock rolls around and I find myself extremely tired out.  My bedroom is half-messy and half somewhat presentable. There still are about two more boxes to unpack.

  Trudging down to the fridge, I decide that I deserve a pint of chocolate ice cream.  Good hard work must be rewarded right?

  I sit down in front of my plasma screen wall-telly (the salesperson talked me into this!!!) and flick it on.  Naturally, since it’s only early afternoon, there’s nothing good on.  Daytime shows really, really are not the most entertaining.  So I resort to my box of DVD’s.  I leaf through it until I find what I’m looking for: the complete season of Friends season one.  That should last me a few hours until dinner time.