Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

Epilogue

EPILOGUE:

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

LOUIS' POV

As soon as I got off the plane and stepped onto Los Angeles land, I was bouncing with excitement.

Why? 'Cos one, I was in freaking L.A, baby! Two, 'cos I was here to celebrate with my two best friends, celebrate their happiness. And three, I was going to see my sexy boyfriend after more than two months.

After finally pushing my way out of the crowd at LAX airport, I hailed a cab and prattled off the address of Niall and Marcel's house, to the cabbie.

Yep. Niall and Marcel lived in Los Angeles now. Hollywood. The lads had once visited here for a vacation, and Marcel had landed a job as a marketing assistant at a movie producing company. So naturally, they moved here.

And as soon as Zayn had started his teaching job seven months ago, he had moved to London in his new apartment that he bought from his hard earned cash, and I still lived in my/our old apartment back in New York.

My mind drifted back to Niall and Marcel, and I smiled. By childhood best friend had called me in the middle of the night, just a week ago. Of course he didn't seem to care about checking the time differences. And he had given me the merry news that Niall had unexpectedly popped the question, and of course, Marcel had said yes.

And I was so damn happy for them, I can't even begin to say.

And so, we were all here in LA right now, 'cos we were invited to Narcel's engagement party.

"We're here," the cabbie informed me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked out and saw we were standing in front of a modest apartment complex building. Smiling to myself, I paid the cabbie, and dragged my solitary suitcase up the stairs.

It'll be fun to see Niall and Marcel, especially 'cos I'd now be seeing them after more than two months. The last time we were all togther, was for Liam's birthday.

I rung the doorbell of the designated apartment and hung back. The door opened seconds later, and a dishevelled, curly-haired Marcel poked his head out.

"Louis, oh my God! Is that you?!" he gasped, staring at me wide-eyed, and then pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug.

I hugged him back, laughing heartily. "Yep, it's me Marcy. I had a bit of a haircut, that's all," I shrugged. "And congratulations, you little dog!" I mussed Marcel's curls.

"Thanks! And oh, come off it mate. You look like you had a makeover! I'm finding you smoking hot right now, I don't even want to know what Zayn will think! Poor guy," Marcel snickered, and I hit him on the arm as we walked inside.

"Shut up. Now where's your fiance?" I asked, looking around the surprisingly clean apartment. Well, Marcel was a neat freak. That's what you'd expect. And Niall was a slob. Poor guy. Always hears it from Marcy.

"Loueh!" Niall yelled, and seconds later I was tackled by a blond haired twenty year old.

"Niall!" I mimicked him, hugging him back. "Congrats mate," I grinned at him and Niall smiled back, his eyes shining.

"So, when's the partay?" I questioned.

"Tomorrow!" Niall and Marcel said in unison, then giggled at each other. I sighed. Typical lovey dovey engaged couple.

"Now that's your room," Marcel spoke, and gestured towards a dark wood door in the hallway. "Make yourself at home."

"Thanks Marce. Nialler." I smiled at them, and dragged my suitcase to the room. I collaped on the bed, pulling my phone out and dialling Zayn. He was so damn busy these days, that he just had enough time to call. Not even skype.