Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ Nine ~

"Louis? You here?" A familiar voice yelled from downstairs.

"Up here!" Louis responded. He was surprised how quickly the night had gone by. He hadn't left his workshop, he didn't even sleep. Instead he had started to work on a new painting. He heard steps jogging up the stairs before Zayn entered the room with a plastic bag in his hand.

"Hi! How did the date go?" The raven haired boy asked with a big smile, a little out of breath. Louis sent the boy a glare before he turned back to the painting he was working on.

"Oh" Was Zayn's only respond as he scratched his back. "I brought the colors you asked for, working on something new?" He asked, trying to at least get his friend to talk, but Louis only nodded.

"That's great, but why did you need blue and yellow? You gonna use actually colors this time?" He tried to mock the young painter, usually that would lighten his mood.

"Grey is a..." Louis heart clenched as he remember the discussion him and Harry had had on several occasions. He didn't want to think about that... "Yeah..." He just agreed, quietly.

"You okay, Lou?" Zayn asked, now worried about his friend.

"Yeah, yeah! But could you like... uh... Not come in here? I don't want you to see this..." Zayn nodded slowly and put the colors he had brought down, backing out of the room.

"Yeah, sure, course!" Zayn spoke as he stepped out of the painters workshop. "You want me to make you some breakfast?" Louis' gaze left the painting for two seconds to send a thankful smile towards Zayn.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I want to work on this... I'll just grab some toast later" Louis explained. Zayn knew very well that he was lying, when Louis got caught up in his work he could go all day without eating. He didn't like to leave his friend like that, but he knew that there was nothing he could do.

The next couple of days, Louis worked on the painting full time, barley talking to Zayn at all. It was very unlike the older lad, which made Zayn worried. So he did what every good friend would do, and called Louis mother. Since Louis and Zayn grew up together, he had known Louis mother for a long time. She was like a second mother to himself, and he knew that if Louis was to talk to anyone, it would be her.

Jay, being the caring mother she was, gathered all four of Louis' sisters to drive to London that Thursday afternoon. The arrived late that night, but when she parked her car outside of the big house, the lights were still on. Zayn met them at the door and promised to help the girls to get settled in the guestrooms as she headed up the stairs.

She knew the house very well and knocked the familiar door.

"Honey?"

She could hear footsteps before the door swung open. As she met with her sons blue eyes he broke into a big smile.

"Mum!" He said, surprised but yet so happy to see her. "What are you doing here? Are the girls here?"

His mother smiled as she hugged her son again.

"The girls are downstairs, they've missed you! I've missed you!" Louis smiled big, he loved his family and would love to see them more often, but he loved life in London. It was his city, yet he wished that they would live closer by.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again, and continued with, "How long are you staying?"

"We're planning on staying over the weekend, if that's okay with you? And to be honest, we're here because we're worried..." Louis sighted as he realized that Zayn had ratted him out once again. But he had to smile, because once again Zayn proved what a good friend he was. "You want to talk about it?"