Fall - Larry Stylinson

Fall - {Chapter Two}

               That ten hours passes by so quickly. When we got back to our flat, it was so clean. The dishes have been washed. Our laundries, the bed has been made, the toilet was also clean, and wow. Just super clean. How come those maid clean this messy, dirty place in just three damn hours? They must be the real professional bitches. I’m very proud. Not of them, but because I don’t have to clean the shit in here.

                I quickly went upstairs to pack the things that I need for New York. I can tell that I’m very excited to go to NY again. Even one of the member of the biggest award-winning boy band is excited. Oh yeah, take that swag.

                ~*~

                “Lou, come on! We’ll miss the flight! And Dammit Lou, did you have to bring all these stuffs?” Harry demand. “What flight? We’re going on our own private jet, Harry. There’s no such a think as “miss the flight” I can be late as long as I want. Now go while I grab all my clothes,” I snapped. Well not exactly snap, but still. I mean, its only 8 am and the plane will arrive at 11 can he shut up?

                “Well I’m just saying, Lou.” He said. Standing up then leaves the room.

                What the hell is wrong with him? He’s been sad all day long. And he’s never be like this. I know that everybody has problems but he always tells me what his problem is. And when I asked him for like the 60th today, he always snaps, “Its none of your business.” Or “Go away.” And it hurts a lot. What did I do? The only thing I did was care. And he treats me like this? I am so going to find out what’s wrong with him.

                “Louis, let’s go. Our driver’s here.” Liam knocked. Well thank the lord it wasn’t Harry.

                “Sure. Let me just grab my suitcases,” I smiled at him and he nodded as he leaves the room. I grab my two black and white suitcase and my backpack. I also grab my stuffed-compass pillow that Harry got for me.

Harry got for me.

It sounds really good. Like he was my boyfriend and we’re that cute couple who plays at six flag and he got that stuffed-compass pillow. But he wasn’t. So I really need to stop fantasying something that isn’t real or it’ll hurt me even more.

As I go on the stairs, I slipped one of my suitcase. Harry stood up from his arm chair, grabbing it then giving it back to me while giving the heart-throbbed smile that made me swoon. “Thanks, Harry.” I said with a nod.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go.” He said as he winks at me and leave me in that room blushing.

~*~

“Louis, we’re here. Wake up, mate.” I open my eyes slowly and saw Zayn stood beside me. He gave me a smile and I replied with a nod. Our bodyguards took our suitcases and put it on the back of the plane or wherever they put our stuffs. I took a seat beside Harry. Zayn is with Liam and Niall sat with one of our crew.

“So, New York huh?” I said. He looks up at me. He stares at me with the poker face style. He first look at my eyes. Then it slowly comes down to my mouth. I raised my eyebrows at him. Then he seemed like he just snapped out of his thoughts.

“Uh yeah, New York. I’m very excited Lou,” he smiled.

What the hell was that? Why did he look at me like that?

“Yeah, me too,” I said unsure. I’m sure that my forehead is frowning.

“Hey boys, go check twitter like right now.” Zayn said. Making us snapped out of our long awkward stares. “What’s happening Zayn?”