Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Two-Who Are These Boys?!

I wake up the next morning, and my mum is gone. Leaving me with the four strangers again.

Why is she trusting them alone with me! For all we know, they could kill me! What if they were the freak that hurt me?

I don't even know how I know them yet!

I see Louis, the one who seems most hurt for some reason, curled up on a chair in his sleep. His face is twisted into a grimace of pain. He's moving around a bit, and mumbling.

"No... You can't.... But...... Haz..." He mumbles, his movements getting more violent. Haz? Didn't he call me that yesterday?

Why am I smiling about the fact that this stranger might be dreaming about me?

Suddenly, he falls out of the chair.

"Oh.." He moans, lying on his back. I quickly pretend I'm asleep.

"Lou?" I hear one of the boys, Zayn, call in a sleepy voice.

"I fell." Louis moans, and I think I can hear him getting up.

"What time is it?" Asks an Irish accent.

"Um.. Past breakfast?" Laughs Liam. "C'mon, Nialler. Let's go get you some food. Zayn? You coming?"

"Yep, let's just.. What are you laughing at?" He pauses. "MY HAIR!" He shouts making me jump.

"Nice." Liam scolds him.

Louis glances over at me as I sit up, looking at the four boys in my room.

"The doctors said that you can probably come home by the end of the week, if you're still in stable conditions." He says.

"Aren't we in London?" I ask, thinking of something I may have heard over the night while I was half asleep.

"Yeah, we have a flat about twenty minutes from here." Louis says as the other boys leave.

"We?" I ask.

"Um.. Yeah. You and I share a flat." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why do I live with you? What about my house in Holmes Chapel?" I ask.

"You moved out of there with the rest of us a few years ago, and we live together because we're.. Best friends." He says, walking over to the window with a sigh.

"Sorry." I mutter. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"How do I know you guys?"

"We are um... We're in a band together." He sighs.

"What?" I ask.

"Yeah. Look , I'm not really supposed to explain it all to you Haz-Harry." He corrects himself.

I was right! He had been dreaming about me!

"So, not asking the who anymore, but why am I here?" I ask.

"Um.. You took a blow to the head." Louis says, still facing the window. His voice sounds shaky, like he might be crying. "I.. Um, I'll be right back." He mutters, turning sharply on his heels and striding out of the room.

Why do I feel so hurt that he left me? This is just silly. I can't believe that I'm eighteen.

I try to focus my mind on things like that. My mum comes in, saying she'd gone back to her hotel for the night. I just nodded, still thinking about Louis.

Slowly, the week passes. My mum leaves a few days after I wake up, but the boys keep me company. They seem quite nice, although they all seem a bit upset about my memory loss.

Well, I think Louis may be upset, but he hardly ever talks to me or looks at me. I know it's weird, but it makes me feel sad.

"Why won't Louis talk to me?" I ask Liam one day when the rest of the boys had gone to the cafeteria.

"You and him... Were closer than the rest of us. I think he's just more hurt than the rest of us." Liam shrugs.

"How did we meet?" I ask, although I don't expect an answer.

"Can't say. Sorry, Harry. Uncle Si will explain." He says. I'm too nervous to ask who this Uncle Si is, so I just nod.

And finally, Friday comes. Everyone is sitting in my room, almost buzzing with excitement to go home.

"Paul's on his way up!" Louis says. Paul. They'd talked often of him.

We're currently in the waiting room, me in a wheelchair although I can walk. Mostly, I'm being rolled around by Niall, who is making airplane noises. It's very early in the morning-close to four-and they won't say why we can't leave at a reasonable time.

I look down the hall to see a somewhat fiercer looking man, who looks like he could be head of security team or something, heading down the hall. He doesn't look happy, nor does he look unhappy.

"Paul!" Niall shouts, and the man's face brightens up.

Um, okay? Why does a man who looks like a security guard coming to pick us up?

"Hey boys," he says, smiling at me. I smile back nervously. "Ready? We've got the van out back."

Van?

"Let's go!" Niall cheers as we head down the hall.

I bite my lip as we leave through a back entrance, then get into a big dark van with tinted windows, suddenly rethinking me knowing these boys. I still have no evidence of our friendship.

The driver is genuinely silent. We soon reach a very expensive looking building.

"Let's go." Liam says.

"This is where we live?" I gasp. I see Louis smirk, and I find myself smiling back at this boy. He nods, looking away.

I feel a pang in my stomach, and I want to go... Hug him?

I follow them up the drive to the building, and Louis grabs his key, opening the door. We all go in, and I just walk past them all, wanting to explore this place that I've supposedly lived in for a while.

I walk down the hall, seeing there are three bedroom doors. I assume one of them is a guest room, and the other two belong to Lou and I.

"This is your room." Louis says, walking past me and tapping on the door.

"Thanks." I say, waiting until he's walked away again to open the door. I looks like I guess I might assume my room would look like. Then I see some pictures. I walk over and pick one up.

It's me and Louis. We're smiling widely at the camera, our arms around each other, but I look at my writing at the bottom of the frame...

Hazza & Boobear

Hazza... I think that's what he calls me... Does that mean I call him Boobear?