Just Another Stunt

1- The Text

He'd gotten a call at a 5 in the morning on a Saturday. Reaching onto his nightstand and slapping at his phone to answer it, he brought it to his face.

"Hello," he said groggily into the phone before rolling over onto his side.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" an annoyingly happy voice asked.

Who is happy at 5 in the bloody morning?

Louis realized she was probably from management as she addressed him as 'Mr. Tomlinson'.

Louis cleared his throat to hopefully get rid of the sleep that laced his voice before responding with "speaking."

"Hi sir, this is Katy from Modest and I've called to tell you that we would like you to come in at 6 this afternoon for an important meeting." She stopped speaking for a second before continuing "If you are free of course."

She was obviously new. There was no "if he was free", he would have to go in. Instead of laughing Louis just replied with "I'm free, see ya at 6" before he hung up his phone and chunked it to his floor. He was asleep again as soon as his head met the pillow.

At noon, Louis was a woken to someone screaming "Tommo" through his whole house. He immediately recognized the Irish accent as Niall.

What was with the rude awakenings today?

Louis groaned, kicking off the covers before walking out of his bedroom into his living room where Niall was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, flipping through the television channels.

"Niall, remind me again why you continue to barge into my house without warning," Louis asked jokingly.

Niall just shrugged "It's been happening for ten years now Tommo, figured you'd be used to it," Louis walked into his kitchen mocking Niall saying "figured you'd be used to it" under his breath in a terrible Irish accent.

"I don't sound like that" Niall yelled out. "I don't sound like that," Louis said back mockingly. Niall laughed out "Wow you are really hurting me feelings."

Louis walked out of his kitchen with a cuppa and glared at Niall.

Sitting on his couch beside Niall, he sat his cuppa on the table in front of him and snatched the remote from Niall turning whatever Niall was immense in.

Niall pouted.

"You're just going to play on your phone, why would you make me watch the news?"

With the mention of his phone, Louis remembered the call he'd gotten this morning from management.

"What do you think management wants?" Louis asks Niall, flicking through the channels, not to interested in Niall's response. But the question certainly peaked Niall's interest.

Niall quickly darted his head to look at Louis, thinking back to what Harry texted him this morning about receiving a strange call from management.

"Did management call you?" Niall asked.

Louis looked over to Niall completely confused mainly because Niall sounded confused.

"Yes. Did they not call you?" Louis asked Niall, drawing out the "s".

"No, but they called Harry, none of the other boys got the call either. I texted you about it, but you never answered," Niall explained, putting his popcorn on the table in front of him beside Louis' cuppa to better focus in on the conversation.

Louis forgot all about his phone that he discarded on his bedroom floor hours earlier. Louis hurried to stand from his couch to go retrieve his phone, curious what else he'd missed.

"While you're up there, how about you put on some sweats," Niall yelled towards Louis, tired of seeing him in nothing but briefs.

"It's my house leprechaun, don't like what you see around here, leave," Louis sassied on his long jog up his stairs.

Louis reached the top of his stairs and turned into his room. Before picking up his phone, he went to his closet and pulled out a pair of black Adidas sweats and a yellow hoodie. Not because he was listening to Niall, but because he was chilly.

After getting dressed and fixing his hair by running his hand through it a few times, Louis picked up his phone off the floor.

He checked his notifications first, clicking on a message from Zayn.

Bradford Badboy😎: Hey movies 2nite if you wanna come

Bradford Badboy😎: Did management call you

Louis read the messages and typed out his response before pressing send.

To: Bradford Badboy😎: yep apparently just me and Haz ill come over after the meeting tho

Zayn spent too much time looking at the 'Haz' on his screen. It had been to long since he heard Louis say Haz, let alone type it.

Louis had surprised himself once he sent it and read it back to himself. He was ready to make up some elaborate excuse of why he called Harry, Haz once Zayn asked, but he didn't.

Bradford Badboy😎: what do they want? you and harry have been staying away from each other like they said right

Louis thought back to the night last year when he broke and called harry, crying about missing him. It wasn't their first setback, but it was their last.

But there was no way management would be calling them in about that. It was well over a year ago.

To: Bradford Badboy😎: Right.

Bradford Badboy😎: louis.

Zayn obviously didn't believe Louis, but he didn't have to. It was none of his business.

To: Bradford Badboy😎: I said right Zayn its probably not even about that.

Bradford Badboy😎: just tell me what they say ok

Louis just left it on read, not caring to answer.

Going through his other messages, only one perked his interest.

Hazza💚: Hey.. can we chat - H

Did you like it? I hope you did. I tried, it took me like 3 hours because I kept stopping and restarting lmao. Hope it was good. Vote? Comment?

All the love- R xx💛