The Actress

Care for each other

Hey guys! It's me...
I've had a very busy week so I'm pretty tired, plus tonight I'm having a party so yeah. If this makes no sense, comment and I'll change a few things.

Btw, I don't know if you know them, but I got this band called runrig which is kinda my home band since I grew up with listening to them, and I haven't listened to them in a while.... But now their CD is on and it's making me emotional.

Yes, very important.
I finally understand what they're singing.
And oh God a quick word about amnesia which is tearing my world apart (the song) because it's the most beautiful thing ever....

Yeah that.

Well, since you know in which circumstances this is written, go on and read!

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Niall's POV

After Almaro's last answer, about the beer bottle, I've been looking at him intently, but he doesn't even notice, seeing that he's so caught up in looking at Louis. Louis, on his part, is looking straight back at him, their eyes never leaving each other. Not even when Almaro asks Zayn the next question.

"Ever been heart broken?"

I direct my gaze to Louis for a moment, who's frowning deeply, his knees hugged tightly to his body. I have seen him do this more often, he always does this when he's thinking very hard, worried. Or when he's up to something. I wonder if he notices what's going on around him right now, I can imagine he doesn't.

"Actually, yes. Now, what's up with living in a hotel?" I then hear Zayn's voice coming from next to me. My gaze immediately travels back to Almaro, eager for the answer. I mean, I've been wanting to know this since the moment I looked up the adress, but I never got to ask. Strangely Almaro didn't ask me after. Maybe he thinks I'm too dangerous? After all I was the one who found out that it was a hotel...

Almaro sighs and rubs his neck absentmindedly. It's drop dead silent in the room while we wait for the answer, but it takes him a few seconds before he actually says it. When we finally get the answer, I understand immediately why. It was too painful.

"My father kicked me out this morning. I'm homeless."

Everyone around me let's out shocked sounds, except Louis, who's still staring intently in the eyes of the mysterious boy. Then he sighs and looks away, somehow breaking some magical trance. 

"We're stopping the game," He demands with a soft voice, obviously having decided something, and if my hearing doesn't betray me he's about to cry. Does this still have to do with the suicide question? We didn't spend any attention on that except reaction shocked, what makes me feel kinda guilty... I mean, he's our friend after all.

I say Almaro exchanging a look with Louis and then Harry nudges Louis and they, too, exchange a look. I still wonder how people can communicate like that, without words, saying so much with just a single glance.

"Come Almaro," Louis, who's risen to his feet now, interrupts my thoughts. "I'm gonna show you the guest room. You're staying here."

It's not a proposal, it's a demand, and I know Almaro has no choice. Not that I'd let him go, but there's just something about the way Louis says this, that I know something's up. Oh god. When did I become a psychologist?

Then Louis leaves the room, silently followed by Almaro. I debate a few seconds by myself whether I should listen in or not, but then I decide to give them some privacy. Looking up, I see Harry looking down to his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. With a sigh I get up and sit next to him. Somehow I know this is hard for him, Louis leaving to talk with a stranger instead of with him, his best friend. Because we all know they're gonna have a talk. It was that obvious.