Remember Me? (Larry Stylinson)

Ch 5: Welcome Home

When the car finally pulls to a stop after driving for what seemed like hours, I'm astonished by the place. It's more like a house, rather than a flat. It's made of entirely red bricks, with white shuttered windows, and thick green vines growing along the base. The yard is freshly trimmed, and there is a cobblestone walkway leading up to the door.

"Wow." Is all I can mutter. This place must have been so expensive. It's on a well shaded street with lots of trees, which goes against what I know about London. It's kind of perfect though, really. Something I would probably love to live in. But, I do live here, I guess. This is all so weird...

"I know. Myself and the other lads were jealous you both snagged such a nice place." Liam says, giving it a quick lookover while waving farewell to the driver.

"How can I even afford this?" I ask, turning towards him, my brain not really realizing he said 'you both'.

"Uh uh. Remember? Questions inside only. C'mon now." He says, gesturing me to the door.

I head up the walkway, pausing in front of the door. I raise my fist to knock, before Liam walks past me.

"You don't need to knock, you lemon."

He pushes open the door, and steps in. The place is spectacular, really. There's a little entryway, where we both kick off our shoes and coats, before we continue into the flat. We end up in a living room, where there's a large wrap-around sofa, a coffee table with some magazines, a huge flat screen television, and tons of plants. Niall is sitting on the sofa with a beer in his hand.

"Hey guys!" he shouts, rising and tucking the beer behind his back.

"Niall, you shouldn't be drinking right now, we have an important day ahead of us that you should be sober for." He tells him, throwing me a side glance.

"Yeah, alright," he says defeatedly, slumping back down and putting his beer on the table.

I don't really know what to do so I kind of just stand there awkwardly.

"You can sit down mate." Liam tells me. I hesitantly walk and sit on the couch with Niall.

"Where's Zayn and Harry?" Liam calls, while walking into another room to the left, which I have a feeling is the kitchen. There's a staircase to my right, and a door with light shining out from under it.

"Ah, I think Harry's in his room, and Zayn's in the-"

"I'm here Ni." Zayn says, walking out of the door, which I now realize is a bathroom. He plops onto the couch to the left of Niall and places his heels on the table.

"How's it going Lou? Remember anything?" He asks, looking at me.

I just shake my head. This is really uncomfortable, being in a- my house, with four guys, and not knowing anyone or basically anything, about them. Liam appears out of the kitchen.

"S'okay. Liam why don't you go get Harry and we can get the ball rolling. Simon said we can answer anything except nothing to do with El and that whole topic until he's here. He's gonna stop for dinner soon to work all this out. Louis, I'm sure you have tons of questions." Niall tells me.

"Kinda."

"Alright then." Liam says before dashing up the stairs.

***

When Harry and Liam have settled back down, they all turn towards me.

"So, uhm, do you, have any questions about anything from the past few days?" Niall asks awkwardly.

I could've thought of a million questions in the hospital, but now my mind is blank. So I say the first question that pops into my mind.

"When did I move out of my mum's house?" Wow Louis. There's a thousand more interesting questions then that.