Modest Delusions - Book 3 (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 38 - I want to be your left hand man

I want to be your left hand man

Liam woke with a start and it took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts, he lay looking face up at the silver ceiling fan. Blinking profusely he took in a deep breath, realising where he was he groaned as he stretched out. His feet dangled over the edge of the couch, he was too tall for the tiny, plush two seater. His head pounded as he craned his neck and looked upstairs, he couldn't see the boys only an array of clothes and a few pillows strewn on the ground.

There was a clang in the kitchen and as he rubbed his face he looked up to see Niall who was pulling a face. "Sorry," he whispered as he tried to balance milk, eggs and a piece of toast in his hands.

Liam smiled as he sat up, "what time is it?" His voice was hoarse. He fumbled around the floor and picked up his t-shirt. Zayn was snoring with mouth open and his arms crosse, head propped on the couch back. Liam smiled as he noticed Porter, head on Zayn's lap and a bottle of vodka between his folded arms.

Niall chuckled as he snapped a photo of their manager passed out on Zayn's lap and Liam shook his head as he stood up. Porter, like Liam was too tall for the couch his long legs hanging over the arm, their snores were in perfect unison. Liam slowly ambled over to Niall and picked up a piece of his burnt toast, as he raised it to his chapped lips Niall hissed.

Niall smirked with squinted eyes as he snatched the toast from Liam's fingers, "make your own."

Liam raised an eyebrow, "and here I was thinking it was a bed and breakfast."

"You wish," Niall said as he stuffed the entire piece of toast into his mouth.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?"

Niall rolled his eyes, "No," he said, displaying a chewy mouthful of jam and toast.

Liam burst out laughing, it felt good to laugh but as Niall tried to cover his mouth Zayn snored loudly and opened his eyes. "Fuck," he groaned.

"Sorry," Liam and Niall said in unison.

Zayn looked down at Porter and rolled his eyes as he gently pried the half empty bottle of vodka from his sleeping grip. Zayn slipped from beneath Porter who barely stirred, he grunted and rolled over. Zayn stood up and ruffled his messy black hair, "fuck what time is it?"

"Noon," Liam yawned as he poured himself a glass of milk.

Zayn stretched and leant on the bench, "how are you both?"

Niall shrugged, mouth full and turned to Liam who sighed, "couldn't stop thinking about Harry,' Liam whispered. "I can't believe how fucked things have gotten."

Zayn nodded as his eyes gazed upstairs, not a sound had been heard from the two so the boys kept their voices hushed. Niall swallowed and turned to them, "Louis spoke to Logan."

Liam raised an eyebrow, "fuck, really?"

"Hit him again?" Zayn yawned and snatched up a piece of Niall's toast. Liam laughed as he shoved it in his mouth and Niall groaned. "Wha-" Zayn said with a mouthful of food, "thoug' you made it for-mi!"

Liam rolled his eyes, "what happened with Logan anyway? Thought him and Harry were so keen on each other?"

Niall jumped and sat on the cold benchtop as he looked down at them, "Logan had some shit in the past, helped Harry realise..." He took a gulp of Milo, "realise life's too short."

"Short for what?" Zayn asked as he walked to the fridge, pulled out the orange juice and began gulping it down.

"Louis," Niall said and they both shot him am incredulous look.