Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 24: He Really Is

╚Harry♒╝

Alright, how do I do this?

I retrieved my sack from the floor of the room and pulled out my lyric book, carefully opening it to the page Niall needed to look at so he wouldn't wander and look at the rest. I held the book with one hand, finger in between the necessary pages, and walked back to Niall who was clearing the kitchen table for us to sit down.

"I'd say we should wait for Liam, but it doesn't hurt to get started," Niall grinned. He took any remaining dishes on the table to the sink and poured us water to drink while we wrote.

I cleared my throat, "So I have these few verses but they don't seem to go together." Niall came back into the kitchen with a banana, chewing as he scanned the page.

"What about the song you sang at the karaoke bar?"

"I-It was more of a vent song, it wasn't exactly meant to be taken seriously," I stuttered, taking a drink to steady my voice.

He took the book in his hands, letting a folded piece of paper fall from between the pages. I quickly snatched the paper mid-air, catching Niall's attention.

Fuck.

I grinned nervously before closing my eyes and handing him the slip of paper. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Don't read the-

" 'From Louis, To Diana'."

Fuck me!

He took a seat next to me, swallowing the bite he had in his mouth before opening the paper to continue reading. "It's not mine - I can show you the karaoke song if you like-"

"Why would you have something like this?"

My phone buzzed next to me, snapping both our heads toward it. "He gave it to me," I lied, reaching toward my phone.

He placed his hand over my wrist. "No, he didn't." He let go of my hand and let me grasp my phone. "Is it him?"

Zain ;) - Hey! :)

"No," I turned the screen so Niall could see, "It's Zayn." hello x, I replied.

He frowned and reached for his own phone, pulling it out of his jeans pocket. "He didn't text me." He shrugged to himself and turned back to me. "So, the letter?"

"It's not a letter," I said under my breath. I took the paper from his hands. "It's a song. They're song lyrics - they're quite good, actually."

My phone buzzed again, Zain ;) - So, you're staying with Niall and Liam?

Yes, Mondays through Wednesdays. Weekends I'll be working in Holmes Chapel.

"It looks pretty personal," Niall said, referring to the letter. "It's a bit unusual that he'd share something like this with you - seeing as you two barely met."

"Y-yeah," I continued my tongue twisted lie, "today in his car while looking at CDs." It didn't take an idiot to realize I was a terrible liar. I held my phone between my fingers and scratched my wrist, looking back at the lyric book to show I was done talking about the subject.

Niall stared at me as if waiting for me to crack and tell him the truth. "I suppose you don't have to tell me, but I can imagine it's hard to spend months in another country with a pair of guys you suspect to have known each other but you don't know for sure." He leaned back in his chair, extending his arms over his head and scratching behind his ear.

Zain ;) - What do you do in Holmes Chapel? :)

I'm a tattoo artist, I work in a shop on the main street.