Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 55

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What’s up guys? Hope you’ve been well!

Like I mentioned before, sorry for the wait! Sickness and school really aren’t my thing:/ :’) This chapter was mostly written late at night and during classes so my apologies if it’s not too great!

Hope you enjoy though:) Thanks so so much for reading!   

Ily all,

~ash x

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Chapter 55

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Niall’s POV

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I sighed softly, running my fingers over the various strings. The sounds were somewhat choppy, with slight melodies poking through, since I hadn’t really practiced in a while.

I reached down beside my leg, scooping up a pick and rolling it around in my hands.  

As I stared down at my movements, I wondered where Liam was. I mean, he only had a few pieces of clothing left, and enough time had passed to do so. Maybe he was just working a bit slowly, considering he was tired.

I bit my lip, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t worry, but it proved pointless. Because, by the time I realized what I was doing, I was already standing; with my guitar sprawled out on the couch behind me.

“He won’t mind,” I mumbled, pushing my feet forward towards the hallway.

I was about halfway to him when I heard the sound of running water, leaving me with nothing but more curiosity.

“What are…” I began under my breath, as I appeared in the doorway, but the sight of him only made my words come to an abrupt end.

He was standing in front of the small sink beside the machines, his head facing away from me so that he was completely unaware of my arrival. His arms and hands where clearly straining, as they were working rather roughly upon something under the running tap

I remained silent, instantly tilted my head to the side, so that I could see what he was doing. But, his frame shifted, ripping away my view.

“No, no, no…” He mumbled franticly, the distress clear in his tone. The atmosphere in the room had changed since I left… something had happened. Something bad.

I stepped forward subtly and opened my mouth to speak, but his voice had already filled my ears.

“How! When?!”  He gushed, dropping whatever he had into the tub before him. My eyes immediately locked on his fingers, as they glided through his hair in annoyance. The usual fleshy tones of his fingers were now covered in a red tint, making my breath hitch in my throat.

“What is that?!” I gasped, making him spin around and jump back into the sink, knocking over a bottle of detergent. Guess I had startling him quite badly.

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