Pain (Punk Niall)

Chapter 7

Louis POV

"Why can't we just ring him and ask who's house we're having the meeting at?"

"I've told you Zayn, we can't trust them not to trace our calls. After tonight it'll be sorted and we won't have to worry."

We pulled up outside the warehouse. It was down a lane, beside the bosses house. We parked outside it after typing in the code for the gate. Zayn climbed out of the car stomping into the warehouse to ask the boss where the meeting was being held.

After a moment I saw Harry's tall, lanky figure appear out of the door frame. He caught eyes with me and have me a small wave before making his way to his car.

The slam of my car door made my head snap in the direction of the passengers seat.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Harrys."

I smiled before putting the car in reverse. We drove to Harrys and within moments I was at my place at the long table. My seat was beside Harrys, although he was absent. When he walked through the double door my breath caught in my throat.

He handed me a beer and sat down next to me.

"You okay mate?" He asked. His plump lips wrapped around the head of the bottle, taking a swing of the alcohol.

I chuckles nervously, "Yeah, just eager to get this meeting over with."

"Yeah, me too. I'm wrecked after last night. That blonde was bendy." He laughed lightly to himself and I joined in, trying to stop the vomit from rising in the back of my throat.

Niall clapped his hands drawing attention to himself at the top of the room. However my mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I can't get it out of my head.

I'm in love with Harry Styles.