Within The Lyrics ~ Sequel to My Mentor *Completed*

Seven. A Bonfire

(A/N- I just want to thank everyone for the reads, votes and comments!  I'm very appreciative of it all.  I love reading the comments and the amount of votes on the last chapter really puts a smile on my face!!  Thank you to the silent readers as well.  I really hope that you are all enjoying this story.  I know that I have enjoyed writing it!  Thanks again, darlings and I hope you enjoy chapter 7!  xx )

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“Hey, Louis” Liam states as Lou walks in and joins me on the couch.  Louis and I greet one another and begin small talk.  Soon after, Liam joins Louis and me with a round of beers and the three of us begin waiting for Zayn and Harry to arrive.

First cam Zayn, followed by Harry about ten minutes later.  Harry and my greeting was one of friendship and I was quite glad of that.  It had yet to become awkward and I was hoping the remainder of the night would be the same.

After about an hour of just talking, drinking and joking around we all decided it would be a great idea to bonfire, all of us but Louis.

“You do realize that it is the end of January, right.  There is snow on the ground.  It is ten in the evening and it is freezing outside.  You lot are crazy!” He exclaims.  Harry pulls him into his arms and ruffles his hair.

“C’mon, Lou.  Let’s just have some fun.  It’s a bonfire.  It will warm us up if we stand around it.” Harry is slightly slurring his words; the result of a few shots of tequila and about six beers.  All of us have just about the same amount of liquor in our systems.  Save for Liam, who stopped after three beers and is now drinking water; claiming someone needed to be sober to look out for the drunken idiots.  Liam is usually that guy and we never offer ourselves up for that role.

“Fine, fine.  Just get off my hair” He huffs and yanks his head away from Harry’s grasp.

All of us, clad in our coats and beanies, gloves and scarves- if we had them- all went out to the back of the house and waited for Liam, the sober one, to light the pile of wood in the pit for the bonfire.  We set up chairs and once the fire was large enough to provide us with some warmth, we all took our seats.

It was a calm silence for the first few minutes.  The only sound made was that of the wood popping and cracking with scorching heat.  Our eyes mesmerized by the amber flames rising and billowing smoke that the slight wind would carry off in to the night.

“This is nice.” Zayn stated while poking a stick into the fire.  “Remember when we first met.” He added.  I smiled at the memory.

“Yeah.  The first time I met Liam, he was naked in our hotel room.” I chuckled.

“Hey, I had a towel wrapped around me.” He claimed in defense.  “We met Zayn right after.” Liam added and Zayn nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, me and umm….God, what was his name.  I can’t believe I forgot.”

“Colin” I said, coming to Zayn’s aide.  “Colin Anderson”