Fate ( L.S )

Chapter 4

The tears ran down Louis' cheeks and his voice was stuck in his throat. Niall was standing right in front of him. His Niall was standing right in front him. Louis was absolutely sure that he was hallucinating. He had to be.
Niall had died years ago. Right?

The blond boy looked just as shocked as Louis, if not more. So Louis decided that it would be a good idea to break the silence by stuttering, "Y-y-you are s-supposed to be d-dead." That triggered a response from Niall, snapping him out of his temporary shock to reuniting with his childhood friend after so so so many years.

"Is that really you Louis!?" The blond boy whispered. Niall would have thought that he was dreaming but, he couldn't be. It was the middle of the day. And his honey fringed playmate from years ago has not visited his dreams for years. No this had to be Louis.

The tiny boy nodded his head in affirmation as he stared back at the sky blue eyes that resembled the heavens up above. He had always thought that Niall was an angel. And now he had finally returned to Louis.

Niall tried to rise to his feet, but the blond's fragile emotional heart was weighing him down, so he held out his quivering hand to Louis so that he could help him get up. Louis' hesitation was clear, but he swallowed his nervous fear and pulled Niall to his feet and then into a bone-crushing hug, happy tears falling down both of their hysterical faces as they embraced the other lovingly.

"What are you doing here!? How is my mum? What about Angie? Is she here too!?" Niall asked Louis, each question coming out faster than the last one he had spoken.

So many memories came floating back to Louis' mind and he didn't even know if he was capable of telling Niall the truth. But he was definitely going to try. He was willing to do anything of his best friend.

"Umm, your mum is doing fine. She and your dad had a little boy some months ago, but she still misses you though." Louis saw how the answer affected Niall, and Louis mentally broke down his own personal bubble so he could hold his best mate tighter in his arms, burying his head into the blond's neck and inhaling his familiar scent. God he had missed Niall so so much.

The blond relaxed into Louis arms and noticed that they were almost the same height, the only difference being that Niall was a few inches taller. The lad looked up from Louis' shoulder and smiled, giving Louis a reassuring squeeze to Louis' arm in gratitude for his charitable comfort.

Louis knew that he told Niall the right things about his family, but what he didn't know how to answer the question about their other missing friend.

"What about Angie? Is she here too?" He looked up from Louis' shoulder searching around him trying to see if he could spot his childhood friend.

"Angie isn't here." Louis told Niall softly, ending the blond's desperate search. However, Louis could not bear to tell Niall her actual fate, that Angie probably wasn't even alive and had probably been raped by barbarians somewhere only the gods would know. He couldn't break his bestie's heart with the tragic reality. Hopefully his presence would be enough to fill the void that their absence had created after all these years. It would have to suffice, because if Angie wasn't here, then there was a slim chance that they would ever see her again, or anyone that they had once known.

Louis was grateful that Niall left it there and didn't ask further questions. "What are you even doing here Louis?" Niall repeated his first inquiry. Louis couldn't detect any emotion in Niall's face, so he was unsure if Niall was sad or happy that he was here. Perhaps both?

"This man called Harry took me-" Louis was suddenly interrupted by a very shocked and an utterly frightened Niall. "HARRY!? Did Harry take you? Shit Louis, you're fucked!"