bomb in a birdcage // larry stylinson

Chapter 7

Bomb In a Birdcage

Chapter 7

Louis’ pencil tapped against the wooden desk as he chewed against his bottom lip in concentration. He had his drawing notebook laid out in front of him with Zayn’s finished jacket and its sketch. Proudness filled Louis as he sewed together the final seam of the sleeve. The leather jacket would go perfect with the pair of jeans Louis bought Zayn for his birthday last year. He felt as if he was missing something from the jacket. He took a step back admiring his work carefully. His friends congratulated him on his lovely letterman jacket. Thoughts swirled around his head with caution and smoothness like order, crazy how he could focus on that. Louis decided to come in early today, working on his jacket a bit before he would have to go to his marketing class at 10. His favorite teacher stood back beside him giving Louis’ work a smile.

“You’ve out down yourself this time Louis.” She said patting his back like any ole’ teacher would. Her smile grew, as Louis’ smile got wider. “Looks like you have some extra fabric left over, why not make something else with it and I’ll but it in with the extra credit, not like you actually need it anyways.”

“I would love to do that! I think it’ll be fun actually.” She left the boy to start working for the remanded forty minutes left until class.

Louis took the blue and white fabric that he used to secretly under the inside lining, to keep Zayn warm, and used the left over’s of that. Maybe the thought of his product came from how Harry would wear them so perfectly, or how in season they are. He needed this to be perfect. He told himself not to mess up like usual while he hand knitted it. Even something as simple as that, being one of the first things they learned, Louis leaned towards perfection. He flipped to the page that carried all his measurements, and quickly found the ones Harry himself put in there. He was jokingly mad when Harry first took his notebook to write that in but it soon faded as he realized how much he might actually need it. Louis was intensively focused one the letter stitching, making sure no pulls come loose. Louis ignores the teacher as she walks out the room, trusting Louis on his own. He finished the “B” tying the white into the blue before continuing onto the “R”.

The first bell rang scaring Louis out of his skin making him stab himself in the hand. He gasps quickly more startled by the pain. Tears wield up in the corners of his eyes as he watched some blood seep around the needle. His breathing got labored the longer he stared. Maybe it even made it worse that Louis happened to be afraid of needles, not knitting needled, but only when they went into the skin. Like now. He reached into his pocket slowly as if he had a gun pointed at him. The room spun around with the phone. He dialed the first number on the most recent callers, just hoping someone would answer.

“Ello? Louis? Class is like in six minutes ya know?” Niall answered obliviously.

“Niall?” Louis wheezed out in a panicky sense. He cursed himself for being stupid but he hated needles with a passion.

“Whoa dude, you don’t sound okay. Where are you? I’m coming to get you, I’ll take you to the nurse.” He spoke calmly assuring Louis how he would help.

“-design…. Room…” Niall barely understood what the weary lad was trying to spit out. Niall took a chance at the fashion hall, knowing it sounded like where Louis would be. He ran faster then before trying to reach Louis. He didn’t really understand much about Louis, but cared for the young lad anyways. Niall cursed wishing for a second wind as he started getting tired from running, having yet reach even halfway. The second warning bell, indicating three minutes, rang across the lawn. Maybe it was the second wing that happened, or really the second person because here came Liam Payne running across the campus in a rush. Niall smiled and ran towards the late boy.