From Tormented To Worse (boyXboy) (Niam Horayne & Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Fifteen

Ello my fellow leprechauns:) How are we on this fine morning???? Anyone hear about Niall, and him swearing at one of his fans...? Anyone else think he's been acting a bit off lately? I'm really worried about him:/ Anyways this is short, but enjoy,

~Skittlez101

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Chapter Fifteen

*Niall Horan*

“Harry! It’s Zayn!” Harry’s head snapped towards me, eyes widened.

After figuring out this thing with the full stops it hadn’t taken me that long to connect everything. Flicking back to when this whole theory of tearing Louis and Harry apart began…

“Sometimes I worry about Lou and Haz…” Zayn had trailed off in thought, and I’d raised my eyebrows at him, expecting him to explain. Zayn had looked up at mirror, quickly expecting his hair before turning to us. “It’s just… they’re so close to each other.”

“What do you suppose we do, then?” I’d asked, still a bit confused as to how this was an issue, at the time I’d thought this was their problem not ours.

“Tear them away from each other.” Zayn had mumbled, and my eyes had bulged out of their sockets.

He’d brought up all the main bits; he’d suggested all of this. There’d been other times too… Now that I think about it… Zayn was involved in every plan. Then Liam’s words played back to me and I felt my heart break. “I… I haven’t been completely honest with you. Neither has Zayn.”

That was when I realized there was a lot more to this then we originally expected.

*Liam Payne*

I thought it had been working. I really believed he loved me.

I guess this isn’t one of those comedy romances where they always get the girl- in this case boy- they want. I wasn’t good enough for Niall anyways. Harry was always there for him, they would have been perfect together…

I shouldn’t have believed Niall. I should have had more faith in Zayn. He knew what he was doing.

*Niall Horan*

Zayn’s plan wasn’t meant to be landing until three that afternoon. So with no hesitation, Harry and I decided it would be best if we investigated. That’s probably why we’re standing in Zayn’s room going through his things. “Zayn really needs to do his laundry.”

I turned around to see Harry was looking at a big pile of dirty washing with a face of disgust. “You can’t talk you use to live with Louis, Haz.” I regrated it almost instantly. Harry’s eyes drifted as though a tear was about to escape and then his eyes widened.

“Do you know how to pick a lock?” Harry’s eyes were so focused, so determined. I nodded and walked over to where he was standing, and saw it. It was just a normal set of wooden draws, except it had a lock on one of them. Quite obvious if Zayn had something to do with this, he would lock it up.

“Do you have a safety clip, or something?” Harry shook his head, but nodded to the top of the draws. There was a small silver key. Harry gave me a hopeful glance as I grabbed it and unlocked the draw. “I thought I was finally going to get a chance to pick a lock. Damn.”

Opening the draw swiftly, there wasn’t really much in here apart from a bunch of pieces of papers. Flicking through them a lot of them were Zayn transferring money into someone’s account, “Wait… is that? Oh my gosh…” Harry had been reading over my shoulder, and now we were both giving each other a look of disbelief. Zayn had been transferring thousands of dollars to Caroline Flack.

The next page caught my eye. It was a plane ticket and by the splotches of ink all over the page I could tell it was a photo copy. “He sent Louis to Las Angeles!? He’s not even the right drinking age! He could be in so much shit, Niall!”

I gulped… Confronting Zayn would have to wait.