One two three [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 1 - He is who he is

"You can see your way out, right?"

Shifting in his bed, smoothing the pillow under his battled hair, not even looking towards the other two people's direction. That's Louis Tomlinson's first words this morning. Also meaning, not even a 'good morning'.

Because you see, he is a player, you'll be the judge of what kind. But for sure, the one that will use you so much, you grow self hatred after he's done. Ladies and gentlemen no exception.

He groans as his phone vibrates somewhere in the bed. He wiggles around to find it eyes closed, refusing to wake up.

Without even seeing the caller ID, he brings it to his ear. Just to be met with an almost scolding? Rushing? Very serious tone. And by the speed of the speech, he knows exactly who it is.

So, he huffs and just like that, hangs up. But soon, the phone buzz again. He takes the call without even waiting this time.

The next voice is different: it's slow and deep and soothing. He can't help but smile to himself. But that won't stop him from hanging up because it is too early for any voice at all, so he does. This time, also throwing the phone carelessly.

Slumbering back into his pillow, that's when he hears the voice from the bedroom door:

"Tommo, last chance or you'll deal with Zayn!" A very short sentence, with a joking tone but that's what makes Louis standing up so fast, a lightning would be damned.

"I'm up, I'm up! I'm fucking up! Downstairs in 5!" He rushes to the bathroom, almost tripping.

Niall laughed so hard because of his friend's ministration, leaving the apartment but letting all doors he passes by open.

Meanwhile Louis takes his shower in a rush, so very much afraid of Zayn. Now, Zayn Malik is one of his life long best friends, what makes him different is that he doesn't take shit from Louis. Zayn is always up for a challenge when it comes to Louis. He is creative enough to outrule any trouble thrown by Louis, that even now, at 31, Louis is at his mercy.

Louis opens Niall's passenger door just to flop in. Not even caring for the seatbelt, he orders: "Drive!"

Niall chuckes but ignites the car nonetheless, teasing a: "Good morning to you too, Louis."

Niall is easygoing like that. He has no bad bones. As a singer, that's the very one quality keeping his fans loyal. Of course, his outstanding vocal and intelligent song writing also made him as successful as he is now. Three albums, a world tour, countless awards. He is at the peak but his time in London is mostly to catch up with the guys. Namely: Louis, Zayn, Liam and Harry.

Which would be the reason of Zayn's fury if Louis couldn't wake up and miss the time they would all have with Niall.

"Drive faster, Nialler! Do you want Zayn to hang my head?" Louis' irrational fear is vocalised and Niall cackles so loud.

"No," Niall says between laughters, "but I was at your bedroom door when you picked up Liam and Harry's calls and can't believe what you did. They warned me, yet, I'm still stunned how you pull that stunt."

Louis showed his signature smirk: "You all are so predictable!"

They pull over Zayn's parking lot, to be met with Liam's pouty face: "Seriously, Louis?" And he goes on and on complaining about how Louis takes him for granted.

That's just typical Liam, no matter how successful and rich he became, he always wanted more of the boys' attention. Something outside their circle don't know, as he is this fearless music producer in the eye of others. He thrives in music industry, he's one of the youngest, most famous and most successful producers, he achieved so much. He and Niall did so well together.