Unwanted (A Larry/Zouis/Niam/Stylan fanfic)

Chapter One - Part One

(Author's Note)

Helllloooooo!!!!

Well, I had stopped uploading any of my stories on here because I felt that no one was interested in any of my work. However, a lovely gal (see dedication) contacted me a couple days ago, asking for me to upload as soon as I can! That gave me new found motivation, (thank you SO much!) and while I know that this chapter is crappy and short, I wanted to upload something, hence the title 'Part One'. Once again, thanks a lot, and I hope you like this! 

Byeeeeeee!!!

Jordan <3 

( my greetings were happily stolen from the lovely Marcus Butler ( MarcusButlerTV on YouTube)!   His videos (along with Alfie, Troye.....the twins....) are soooo entertaining and fun so check them out! 

Thanks again to everyone who commented and voted in the last chapter, and also to that whopping amount of new fans that rolled in!! THANK you!!! 

Sorry for boredom galore!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE (I truly mean it this time)

ENJOY THE MINI CHAPTER! 

BTW THE BOOK IS IN LOUIS' P.O.V. 

ADIOS BITCHACHOS  

:P 

It had been 2 weeks since the night with the thunderstorm. The next day, Harry had asked me if we could pretend that nothing had happened between us, so that in case it didn't work out, it wouldn't affect our friendship. I had no choice but to agree, as I didn't want to lose him and once I got to keep him in my life, I would be happy. The one thing that mattered was that he'd never break his promise. The following day, we had gone to the studio and met up with the other lads. After we had finished practicing and recording some songs for "Take Me Home", Harry said he was going out for a jog with his friend, Nick, and he'd be back home in an hour. He had taken our car, and obviously Liam and Niall had left together, so I had to hitch a ride with Zaynster. Zayn was going to meet up with Perrie, so he couldn't stay and hang with me.

I let a couple hours pass, just lazing around, till I finally decided to text Harry, "Haz, are you okay? Its been 2 hours..." Within 15 minutes, he replied, "Yh, im ok. will b home l8. dinner then club with N and Ed." His grammar was so terrible, I could barely understand it. I felt my heart clench; he only ever replied like that when he was in a rush or he didn't want to be bothered. I decided to go with the former, that he was in a rush. Then it hit me: I was going to be alone whole evening and part of the night. Oh well, I thought to myself, at least he's with Ed.

I hit the hard floor with a thud, jolting awake and groaning in pain. I must have fallen asleep on the couch, and probably had rolled off. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realised that I was right; I was in the living room, and the tellie was softly palying, sending eerie shapes across the room. I dragged myself back onto the couch and reached for my phone. I gasped as I realised that it was 1:00am and Harry wasnt home as yet. I settled back down on the couch, promising to stay here until Harry got home, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.