Just Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 9: Wall-E & Leg Waxing

Liam’s POV

As we stumbled through the stone filled pathway, we came across the humongous marble fountain sitting towards us in the middle of the pathway, an exact replica of the Aphrodite statue from the British museum. It had water spouting out from the top of her head, funny, you would never think old Simon was into that kind of thing, in all honesty when the boys and I came here last, we were all expecting a swanky bachelor bad, or a casino inside, but hey there’s always a different side to everyone.

The liquid fell gently towards the crystal clear waters beneath it, causing ripples to form and wave out until they were no more. In the corner of my eye, I saw Rita uncontrollably twiddling her thumbs, her ruffled waves covering almost all of her face.

“Don’t be nervous.” I murmured, she was quick to respond as she swept her hair behind her ear, and she shot me a bizarre glare.

“I’m not nervous, I’m angry.” She shushed, I puffed out a sigh. There was no pleasing in this girl.

We approached the large bulky wooden door; I stabbed the antique lion door knocker. Hearing faint laughter and angry yelps, Rita huffed. It was, moments later, opened by a worn out Louis, who had black bags hanging underneath his eyes, and he was absolutely soaking wet.

 "Louis, you’re drenched.” I babbled as my eyes popped open, Louis merely rolled his eyes.

“No shit Sherlock.” He jokingly jeered, opening the door wider, I moved past him, gesturing for Rita to follow along.  

“What the hell happened?” I finally questioned, as I patted Louis on the back, then wiping my damp hand on my chinos not long after.

“Honestly, you don’t want to know.” Louis stated before his eyes met Rita’s. “Rita.” He spoke barely over his breath, Rita’s eyes shot open, and her hands anxiously fell to her sides.

“You know me?” She annoyingly asked, Louis shook away his thoughts. “Um, no, I’ve just heard a lot about you. News, Simon and what not,” He continued, she slowly nodded. “But it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

He held his hand out for her to shake it, but her face turned to face the floor once more, “Likewise.” She boringly stated, before Louis awkwardly placed his hands back into his pockets.

I stole a glance around the room; the black and white linoleum floor of the entrance glowed, obviously having been cleaned earlier by one of Simon’s lovely maids. The large spiral stairs lay across the room, climbing towards the ceiling.

Pounding came from upstairs and a frantic Niall came winding down the staircase, Niall was also drenched, his eyes looked like they were taped open, the red veins around his blue orbs were protruding.

"LIAM!” He screeched whilst he tightly wrapped his arms around my back, I awkwardly chuckled, and quickly shoved him off, immediately drying my damp front.

“Why are you and Lou wet?” I enquired again; Niall’s shaking hand pointed up towards the staircase.

“Water rave upstairs.” Niall cheerily stuttered, I quirked an eyebrow. Louis shook his head.

“Niall go back upstairs and help Harry and Zayn clear up.” Said Louis, Niall nodded and began to jog, his wet clothes making sloshing noises as he jogged.

“Don’t run!” Louis barked up the stairs.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” I tittered. “And where’s Simon?”

Louis timidly scratched his temples “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you everything later, Simons waiting for us out back, meet us there in 5.” Louis assured, before he briefly waved with his fingertips, and made his way upstairs.