Hand in hand (larry stylinson

Chapter Four

Later that night I snuck out of my room to go to a party with Zayn. It was at one of his stoner friends house, fun.

I made sure that I was dressed presentable. I honestly couldn't be bothered to wear something that was perfect. I just threw on a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans and black vans.

I went silently out of my room which was across from my parents room. Who's idea was that? I had no idea but all I knew is that it was a bad idea. A really really really bad idea.
I made sure to lock the door after I got out of the room.

Then I prayed to every god that's above that my parents won't wake up. And tiptoed downstairs only to have my heart jumping once I saw Lottie standing in the kitchen doorway with a glass of water.

"Going somewhere Louis?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Uhm this is just a dream Lotts, it's not real" I tried hoping it will work because I'm honestly scared shitless she could rat me out to my parents and then I'll be grounded for life.

"How stupid do you think I am? I'm 14 Louis not 10" She glared at me with her hands cocked on her hips."so tell me now. Where are you going?"

I sighed "Just a party at a friend's house. How much?"

"How much what?"

"How much do you want to shut up about it and not tell mum and dad?" Hopefully she doesn't want much I'm broke as fuck.

"Get me Niall's number" she fired right away.

I chocked on air "Wait what?" I questioned trying and praying that what I heard was a figment of my imagination and not reality.

"I. Want. Your. Friend. Niall's. Number." She said slowly as if I'm stupid.

"Why?" I asked dumbly.

"Listen Lou I know you are stupid. But I honestly don't know how can you not understand this. I have a crush on him"

"What. No you don't. You are too young to have a crush on him. Come on. You can't. You. He. It. No." I stuttered out.

"Lou. That's the only thing that will shut me up"

"Fine" I huffed because it was getting late and I really need to go now. And because that's the only way she won't tell. Stupid little sister.

I hurried out of the house and started my walking journey to the party. I don't wanna use my car cause it's too noisy and my parents would probably hear it.

After a long 30 minutes of walking I finally got there. It was at some type of an abounded place and honestly it looks creepy but there are disco lights coming out from inside the house and the music is so loud I'm sure if there are neighbors near they would've called the police by now.

So with what's left of my brain cells I walked into that party. The first thing that hit me was the smell of weed. Honestly people? Really? Really?

And me being the rational person that in a year will be moving out of the house. The first thing I do is take rolled blunt and light it up.

A few minutes later I managed to find Zayn out in the back where there is a bonfire going on and a few people gathered around it.

Some that I already know and some I met when going out with Zayn. And some I didn't know at all. I took one last long drag out of the blunt I had before dropping it and stomping on it.

"LOOK WHO IT IS! IT'S TOMMO BOY"

"C'MERE TOMLINSON. HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN A WHILE"

"YO TOMMO IS HERE!"