So Glad That I Found You (Louis/Styles Triplets)

Chapter 3

Hi! I'd like to mention that in this fic, Alphas have their ruts like how Omegas get their heats. I know generally it's supposed to be the Alphas going into ruts when an Omega nearby goes into heat or something but it's a little different in this. And some fics are like this too, so I prefer this one. I hope you'd enjoy! xx

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"Here you go." Niall says as he heaves himself down on the seat next to Louis, one of the warm mugs in his hands is transferred to Louis when small hands curl around the porcelain and grab it away from him. He watches his best friend sips on the tea quietly while looking over the whole living area. It's a big hall complete with posh furnitures and expensive decorations that perfectly serve their purposes to make the area look cosy but luxurious at the same time, and he doesn't blame Louis for being in awe of the interior design. He almost shit his pants too the first time he came here. Smiling as he's thinking of the old times they used to spend together, it suddenly physically hurts him to think of how it must have pained Louis when the lad thought he was dead. He sits straighter, downing half of the content in his mug and shaking his head at the heat that pools in his chest. "You deserve an explanation."

Louis pauses, takes another sip, and leans back on the comfortable cushions of the mahogany sofa before he nods. He cradles the mug on his lap, careful not to let the content spill. "Yeah, I do."

"It's been what, six, seven years?" Niall guesses, his forehead creasing with his attempt to remember.

Louis clears his throat. "Ten, ten years." He corrects him, but there's no spite behind it.

Niall flinches, eyes meeting Louis' in horror and abrupt sadness. "Lou.."

"You didn't even write me, or gave me any single hint or a sign that you are alive." Louis let out exasperatedly. "Greg knows that you weren't dead all this time?"

Niall nods solemnly, going back to stare at his mug, swirling the tea around.

"Hey, don't do that. You're here now, yeah?" Louis slowly moves closer until their shoulder touch, making the Irish relax a little and he offers Louis a weak smile.

"Okay." Louis had to strain to hear his reply. "It's actually a funny story. I was walking home after that party at Stan's." Niall starts in a steady voice so Louis shifts until he could sit facing his friend.

Louis remembers that night, he had offered to walk Niall home but the blond declined, saying that he'll be fine. He also didn't want to burden his friend since Louis' house was nearer to Stan's so Louis would be taking twice the length of the journey to his house if he walked Niall first. So Louis had let him go, making Niall promise to text him once he's arrived.

An hour after Louis got home and he still hadn't received a text, he tried calling for Niall. He texted him, called him, but nobody answered. When he called for the God-knows-how-many time, it went straight to voice mail and Louis knew straight away that something was wrong.

So he had sneaked out, running along the path Niall would take when he would go home, calling out for his name. Louis' heart had dropped when he stepped on something on the pavement and it was Niall's broken phone. Louis knew because the sticker of a smiling unicorn is looking up at him. Louis had put it on Niall's phone one day as a joke, but Niall said it reminded him of Louis a lot so he never took it off.

Judging by the state of the phone, it was already destroyed even before Louis stepped on it. So Louis ran straight to Niall's home, his hands scrambling to call Niall's older brother who answered him with a groggy voice since it was late at night.