Trouble in Paradise (the Nourry life series)

Trouble in Paradise

So here is the sequel to my Nourry fic 'The Third'. Hope you all enjoy! Please keep in mind that my first language isn't English, so I'm sorry for any mistakes

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Niall grinned as he waved goodbye to Zayn, who went back to his own hotelroom. They had just done an interview, only starring the two of them for once and they had managed to finish a little early, which was good, because he was glad to be back at the hotel. The last couple of days had been very busy, so they had hardly had anytime to do something for themselves and honestly he longed to spend some private time with his two boyfriends. Of course they slept together at night and before you get all dirty minded, they slept as in sleeping. Being far too exhausted to do anything else. But that was like all the time they had had together in the last days and that sucked, big time. He missed just spending time with them, no matter if it was going out or just staying in and watch a movie. But now he had the rest of the day off and Louis and Harry had already promised him that they would go do something fun as soon as he got back. So he was more than a little anxious to get back to them. Smiling he pulled the room key from his pocket he opened the door. He froze however at what he saw.

Instead of being greeting by his two excited lovers like he expected, he was greeted by the sight of them sleeping in bed, NAKED. He felt his heart sink as he took in the sight of Louis lying on his back with Harry sleeping almost completely on top of him. Biting his lip he tried to blink away the tears that were rapidly filled his eyes. It wasn't that the two hadn't slept without him since they were together. Hell he had slept with both Louis and Harry without the other being their too. It was just that this was their first day together in a long time and he kind of expected they would wait for him. Thought they would be waiting for him to return anxiously, so they could go out and have fun together before getting back and heading to 'bed' early. But obviously he was wrong, since his lovers had already had their fun together, making them too exhausted to even be awake when he returned.

Angry he wipes away the tear that rolled down his cheek, as he turned around on his heels and closing the door behind him. Deep down he maybe knew it wasn't true, it was at moment like this he felt like a third wheel in the Larry Stylinson relationship. The one don't belonging. It made him wonder why the two had even asked him to join their relationship in the first place. Yes of course both Louis and Harry had told him many time that they hadn't been completely happy when it had been just them. That there had been something missing, but at times like these he found that incredible hard to believe. Yet he didn't doubt that they did in fact love him, but did they really love him as much as he loved them? Right now he seriously doubted that. Why else would they get him all excited about spending time together, only to be asleep after what he was sure of had been wild sex, when he get back. He couldn't think of another explanation.

Pushing open the back door of the hotel, he breathed in the hot air. Resting against the wall before letting himself slide down along it as he sighed. What should he do now? He really wanted to talk to someone, get all of this off his chest, but who was there to talk too. Liam was out with Danielle, who joined them on tour this week and he knew that talking to Zayn wasn't an option either. Although he loved the older lad to death, the Bradford boy had shot into protective older brother mode when they had told him and Liam about their very uncommon relationship. The older even went as far as threatening both Louis and Harry that if they would hurt an hair on Niall's head they would pay. So obviously Zayn wasn't a good idea either it would just cause more problem instead of solving the one he already had. Besides he just didn't want an angry Zayn to go after his boyfriends.

He sighed again, resting his chin on his knees. It was moments like this that he really missed his family and friends back home. Sure he could call them or even skype them, but that just wasn't the same. He didn't just need someone to talk to. He needed someone to hold him, comfort him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Someone to cheer him up or just distract him so he could forget his problems if only for a little while.

But there was no one like that around, so instead he just sat there. He closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds around him. Birds chirping, cars driving on the road on the other side of the hotel and the voices of people talking all around, yet far away enough, so he couldn't make out what it was that they were saying.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there when he came aware of the sound of a ball bouncing on the ground repeatedly. Opening his eyes, he looked around and was slightly surprised to see Josh, their drummer on the other side of the parking lot and walking towards him. At first the older boy didn't see him, but as soon as he did a smile appeared on his face. “Hey Niall, wanna play?” he asked, motioning towards the ball in his hands.

For a moment he hesitated. Part of him told him to go back to their room, to Louis and Harry, but a bigger part of him told him to screw them. They were the one that had ruined their afternoon together by being asleep when he got back, so why shouldn't he go and have fun with Josh. Besides his 'lovely' boyfriends were probably still asleep.

With that he made an decision and stood up. “Ok” he said smiling, making Josh grin as he kicked the ball towards him. It took him some time, but after a while all thoughts of Louis and Harry moved to the back of his mind as he focused on the game with Josh. Laughing and joking he enjoyed the afternoon, blissfully unaware of the glaring eyes looking at them from the hotel window a few feet above.