Not Ready To Make Nice (A Larry Stylinson Novel)

1. It's just a bad dream but I'll keep you safe

Harry’s POV

“I love moving” exclaimed our Irish friend as he bought out his suitcase from his bedroom.

“Yeah, so much fun Nialler” spat Zayn in complete sarcasm dragging out another suitcase to add to his already pile in the hallway.

“Thank god we’re not the ones who have to cart them downstairs” Louis said casually, already having everything packed. He lounged on the one seater sofa couch dangling his legs over the sides, laughing at Zayn’s irritated face as he dragged out another suitcase.

I laughed as Louis winked at me and jumped up to give Zayn a hand. I myself had also packed all of my clothes earlier that morning, knowing that Niall and Zayn would leave their packing to the last minute and we’d all have to chip in to give them a hand.  

I turned to the front door as Liam walked in “The car is waiting for us downst...” Liam cut his sentence short as his eyes widened in horror at Niall running out of Zayn’s room with a handful of Zayn’s clothing giggling, Zayn came flying out of his room seconds later skidding on the floor in his socks but regaining his balance “What the Fuck Niall, if Liam catches me not having packed in time again, I’M DEAD” he yelled making a leap to catch our cheeky blond haired lad.

Louis laughed wiping away his tears as he walked out of Zayn’s room dragging another of Zayn’s suitcases, stopping dead in his tracks stiffening as his eyes rested on Liam standing at the front door, arms folded with a stern face, “Ahhh, Niall, Zayn”, they both peered out the door, Niall still cackling.

“Please tell me this is a joke” Liam managed to whisper. Sensing a fit coming on, Niall and Zayn jumped into view of Liam and shook their heads vigorously “Okay” Liam sighed in relief “Let’s get out of here” Liam turned to walk out the door and we all followed closely behind, “Just a word of warning lads, the fans are crazy tonight, so let’s make this go as smooth as possible, we don’t want a repeat of last time”. I laughed under my breath at the image of what had happened, hearing Niall and Louis giggle to, “Stop laughing” Zayn threatened “that was my favourite shirt” we all went into fits of laughter, even Liam had to smile, Louis rested his hand on Zayn’s shoulder “Mate, you were nearly eaten alive by hundreds of screaming girls and your worried about your shirt”, we all burst into laughter again as Zayn hustled off in front of us. 

We made our way to the bottom of the stairs, heading towards the huge glass spinning doors, fans going wild outside at our approach. There were security placed everywhere but only one that stood out, “PAUL” we yelled enthusiastically as we drifted towards our bodyguard. “Boys” Paul nodded with a slightly harder look plastered on his face compared to normal, “Everything alright Paul” I ask curiously, “Nothing for you to worry about Harry, or the rest of you boys, let’s just get you all out of here safely and I’ll explain in the car”.

Louis’s POV    

As we followed Paul towards the huge glass doors I felt a slight exhilaration run through my body, I loved nothing more than the thrill I received from screaming fans and the excitement I got not knowing what was going to happen.

As I peered my around Paul to see what we were facing, I then realized what Liam meant by ‘the fans are crazy tonight’, it was our normal crowd of screaming fans who stalked down where we stayed but times ten.

There were more than the usual amount of body guards and security outside trying to hold back the huge crowds who were almost breaking down the small barricades on both sides of the narrow path way we had to the car.   

I looked over at Harry who was walking beside me; the realisation of what Liam had said obviously just kicked in but he didn’t seem to be taking it as cool as me, so I gave him a nudge in the ribs with my elbow.