Locked Up (One Direction/Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

I stuck with Niall after dinner, Niall showing me around a bit more. I let him babble on a bit more, now somewhat interested in what he had to say; if he said something about that lad who sat at our lunch table today, I'm all ears.    

I came to the conclusion that the lad who came and sat at the table was Louis. It had to of been, because they all knew him so well, and on top of that Niall had stopped asking where he was when the lad show up. It only made sense.    

Once we were finally back in the lobby, Niall stopped and pointed towards the front door. "And that's where it all started. And where I met you!"    

I nodded, slowly looking around the lobby once again. There were only two other people in the room, and it got me thinking. "How come almost no one is up here?"    

"Because most of us like to spend time in different places. Having not a lot of people here, makes it look like everywhere you go has a small amount of people. The only time everyone is in one place is during dinner, and half the time everyone isn't even there. People also don't like coming up here because they don't like to deal with all of the nurses and workers, and they are always up here because of sign-in and since the front door is here, they have to keep watch of any patients that want to escape. So none of them bother coming up here. In my opinion, all of these nurses are really nice, and I have a blast talking to them. I've also known them for quite a few years though."    

I gave him a small nod, knowing he was going to continue. I wondered how people put up with him. Me, I have the attention span of a squirrel, so most of the time I have to concentrate on something else to actually sit and listen through all of his talking, hence why I tried to keep half of my mind on Louis, and the other half on the conversation. The Louis side seemed to be winning though.

"Where do Liam, Zayn, and Louis go? I mean, you said they were your best mates here."    

"They like to stay in the game room. I-"    

"Game room?" I felt a bit bad once I saw his face drop when I cut him off, but he replaced it with a small smile almost immediately.    

"Yeah. The game room is basically like a lounge. There's a telly, but it's only programmed on a few stations so there isn't much. Then there's a pool table, but if you want to use that you have to be supervised by the nurses. It also depends on what you're here for though, depending if you need a nurse or not. Anyways you need to ask no matter what. Also some ping pong, which you need to ask to use too. A few board games, which again, gotta ask-"    

"That's rubbish," I commented, cutting him off once again. "They treat us like babies."    

"Why do you think I don't like that room? Out here they treat me like a normal person, having conversations with me all the time. I seem to be the only person interested though."    

"I might be joining you. I don't think I could handle being watched that much."    

"You're watched wherever you go here. They even have nightly checks. Just to make sure that everyone is accounted for and such. They aren't as strict as you might think though. All they do is keep an eye on everyone. As long as you aren't doing anything bad, they really don't mind. I think that's why the three of them stay in there. They have a lot of privacy  just sitting and talking on one of the couches in there since the nurses don't normally listen in. All they do is keep an eye on you, but not listen in. They have respect for us here. But yeah, I think they all just sit in there and chill, talk and stuff. I know Louis isn't always in there though. He likes staying on the fourth floor and hanging out up there. He calls it his comfort place. I don't know."    

I couldn't help but feel the heat rise to my cheeks, and I slowly looked up at Niall, seeing him not looking at me. Thank the lord. I couldn't confide in him, or anyone just yet. I need to learn and know more about someone to bring anything like this up.