Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Complaints

Surprise! An update!

I know that I haven't been paying this story, and a few of my others, very much attention, but they were just not priorities at the time. However, I will try harder to update them now, especially because summer is coming very soon-- a week, to be exact.

I hope that this chapter is enough for now, but I will try very hard to update again soon! Love you all, and thank you so much for being patient! ❤

Chapter 3:

I finally got the curtians hung, and I sighed in satisfaction as I laid back on my bed. I was free from waking up to blinding sunlight. That meant I could sleep in later and finally relax myself.

I closed my eyes, prepared to just spend the day indoors and catch up on all of the sleep I've missed out on since moving. Sadly, I was disrupted as my phone beeped, signaling that I have received a message.

I groaned and got my phone out before looking at the message from Niall. I read the message, which is really just more of Niall complaining, and laughed a bit.

From Niall: I talked to a few other gang members, and Zayn put them in much nicer towns. Why the fuck was I stuck with the railroad?

I knew that Niall would never get over this, not for a long while anyway, but it was quite enjoyable to hear him whine about it. The thing about Niall was that he had it good in the gang. He rarely had to do any of the lowly jobs some of us had to do, like all of the lame shit that dealt with drugs, because Zayn seemed to favor him. It was completely unprecedented that this would happen.

To Niall: What did you do to get on Zayn's bad side?

I sent the message, and it only took Niall a moment before he responded. He must be bored out of his mind.

From Niall: NOTHING!

From Niall: I'm going to call you. You better pick up, bastard.

I groaned because I really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, and I really didn't care about Niall and Zayn's weird relationship problems. I just wanted to tease him a bit and then go to sleep.

My phone did ring a minute later, however, and I answered with a sigh. "What do you want, Niall?" I said in a unconcerned tone.

"Hello to you, too. It's always such a delight to speak to you, Louis," He replied sarcastically, and I couldn't help the grin that spread on my lips. The little shit.

"Then why do you talk to me?" I teased, hearing Niall groan out in frustration.

"Because, sadly, I have very few friends at the moment. Also, Zayn listens to you at times, and it'd be really helpful if you could just give him a call and send a little message for me out of good will," He prompted, his voice becoming sweet near the end, and I scoffed.

"Since when do I do anything out of good will, Niall?"

"Point taken," He replied matter-of-factly before continuing on speaking. "But it's so unfair, Louis! What the hell did I ever do to Zayn? What does he have against me? I mean, I even got on my knees for him and-" The rest of what Niall had to say was, thankfully, blocked out by the sound of a trail going by. Hell, that railroad really was obnoxiously loud.

"Damn fucking trains! Shut up!" Niall shouted off of the phone, and I laughed loudly. It was priceless.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh at my suffering, asshole," Niall mumbled as soon as he put the phone by his ear again.

"Oh, I will. Trust me," I smirked before sitting up in bed. "Why don't you just call Zayn and ask to be relocated? It's not that difficult," I said.