Fight To Finish (Larry) ☑️

EIGHT

I'm sorry did someone say triple update...

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06/MAY/2015

"It's only been 10 days."
"No call! No warning!"
"I still don't think we should have left him alone Li."
"We didn't. He has his family."

Niall huffed in annoyance. He wanted to go back to Doncaster to see Louis, probably stay with him for a while to help him recover.

You see, Louis was a time bomb at this point. And he was ready to blow at the slightest wrong touch.

And that wouldn't be pretty.

Lottie would send them a text saying how he wasn't eating, or how he would stare at a distance then start crying and running, locking himself in his room.

He'd become so fragile since Harry died. And only God knew what was running through that broken mind of his.

Niall needed to see Louis. Louis was always there for him. It was time to repay the favour. He needed to make sure he was ok. At least ok in a sense of he won't self-destruct.

"Niall. Ni-all."

Liam nudged Niall. When he saw he was standing his ground, Liam sighed.

"Ok. Fine. We can fly back tomorrow. Afternoon though. I'm tired and we'll be flying back in time to today."
"Really?"

Niall smiled excitedly.

"Yeah sure. Anything for you babe."
"Oh my God! Thank you Li!"

He exclaimed, jumping up and down and into Liam's arms, kissing his lips and cheek, just as the elevator door opened with a ding!

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12:00pm

"Stupid jetlag! We've done this a million times! What does it want with us!"
"Stop complaining you big baby. Just sleep. It's a 4 hour drive to Doncaster without traffic."

Liam mumbled and groaned as Niall giggled when they got into the black van, ready to drive all the way to Doncaster.

"What about you?"

Liam asked his boyfriend as his eyelids became heavier. Niall smiled as Liam layed his head on his lap. Instinctively, his hands started to play with his hair, massaging his head.

"I'm fine."

And Liam fell asleep.

4:00pm

"You're back? Already?"

Lottie asked on the other end of the phone.

"We just wanted to visit Lou."
"Oh! Well you just missed him."
"He went out?"
"Yes. Finally. Said he needed to relieve some steam and get back on track with life."
"I guess he went for football."
"I guessed so too. Where's Liam?"
"He's still asleep."
"Jetlag?"
"Ooooh yeah!"

They laughed.

"Hey Niall, do you think he'll get better?"
"I really can't be sure Lottie. This is a big deal."
"Yeah. Where are you guys?"
"Argh! Damn London traffic!"
"Ah! So I'll see you in?"
"About two hours. Call me when he comes back."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."

Only then did he notice how tired he was. As he was about to put his phone in his pocket, it rang. It was Michael.

But he declined it and sent a quick text:

N: Landed safely. Stuck in traffic. Jetlagged. Talk in like four hours :)

And he fell asleep.