Delicate Realities

The Craic

(A/N)
Since yesterday, the legalization of gay marriage was in all 50 states, i decided to update a chapter bc yay for Larry and Y THE HECK NOT? Enjoy babes!

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I was guided out the room with an old man with greasy hazel hair by my side. In my other side, their was also this man watching me closely and inspecting me like if i were a damaged car.

They opened this thick door and let me walk in this cold dark room that i was before, and then i knew that i was really screwed. I needed real answers but from who though?

I sat on my knees and put my head down to dose my eyes and think until i felt this comforting hand patting my shoulder. I only looked up, only to see this young lad with blonde hair. He was smiling when i met a gaze with him so i faked back a smile. He then crawled closer to me, offering his hand to me, but i didn't know this guy, what if he has chlymedia?! I couldn't trust anyone here since I could barely progress the fact that i was here, but i then felt bad for this kid, he looked harmless.

"Hey mate, whats the craic?" He said to heal the awkwardness between us.

'The craic?' i thought. He must not be around here. He then frowned since i didn't answer so tried again.

"Sooooo... How's life treat'n ya?" He said in the most sarcastic tone.

I then mentally face palmed myself thinking that he was the guy who owned the Irish accent when i first came here. I dont know how i got this confidence but i scooted closer to him and i simply chuckled and shook my head. We stated silent for a while. It wasn't an awkward silent, it was more of a peaceful reassurance one. I then curled my lips to open my mouth to speak.

"The name's Louis Tomlinson, now who would ya be?"

"Meh names Neil, Neil Whoreun." He responded.

"Neil Whore-un?" I asked in a monotone voice while scrunching my face.

His laugh was contagious for we both ended up laughing, even though i didn't know what we were laughing for. I guess i made a new friend now, since we were both stuck here in this shït room.

To kill time, I chatted with Niall,(he spelled it out for me) probably for minutes or even hours. He told me about the schedule here (which im guessing it was similar to hell), his favourite food, his favourite colour, what he would do when he lived in Ireland (which while he was talking, i could tell that he really missed his hometown.) He talked about all kinds of things; about when he would go and play golf in the summer or when he learned how to play the guitar, but he didn't talk about his family. I guess he was an orphan or something so i didn't wanted to bring it up.... for now.

I was running out of questions to ask him until i noticed that i forgot the most important one. I got the guts to ask him while he was speaking and accidentally interrupted him.

"Niall, why are you in here for?"

And everything went dead silent. He looked at me with a crystalized blank expression. I was staring in his blue eyes with worries and confusions.

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(A/N)
Im sorry that i haven't gotten into the Larry part of the story, but it will come soon (i pinky promise) so here is some Nouis fluff meanwhile hehehe how adorable.