As sweet as Sugar

Chapter 15

Well, Harry's theory of Jealous Louis was proved wrong on the same night.

After dinner Harry and Zayn were sitting in living room, completing their project works together, even though they did have zero idea about what the other one's project was about. Liam sat at kitchen table, reading for the test he had on coming Tuesday, yeah I know its Friday today, but he is Liam.

Niall was playing guitar in his room, humming a random song when a piece of paper was slipped under the door of his room. Niall did not notice the paper until he heard a small tap on door. He waited for someone to come in or even knock again but nothing happened. So he put his guitar down on his bed and walked to the door. He picked up the folded paper and opened the door to see who was outside before starting to read the note. To his surprise, there was no one outside. He could hear Harry and Zayn talking and laughing in the living room.

Niall turned around, pushed the door close and sat down on his bed again. He did not recognize the handwriting, but he already kind of knew as from whom this note could be. He gulped down the unknown emotion he was feeling and started to read the letter:

Niall,

Yeah, only Niall because I don't know if I am allowed to call you 'Dear Niall' yet. I don't want to make you angry.
Niall could imagine Louis pouting while writing this particular sentence.

I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay in your house. And more than that for letting me stay with all of you guys. I know I am kind of intruder in your relationship but I promise, I promise I will never do anything to hurt anyone of you, ever.

I just wish we both were on better terms. I like you and I know that you don't like me.

Niall laughed at the sentence. I know that you don't like me. What does he know about me? I never said I don't like him. But I never said that I like him as well; Niall thought before continuing to read the letter.

I really don't expect us to treat each other the way our boys treat us but at least we can do is try to become friends? I don't like it when people don't like me. My parents already don't like me and that's why they both gave up my custody.

To be honest, I want to be friends with you, Nialler. I wish we could at least talk with each other without glaring.

Yours sincerely,
Louis

Niall read the letter twice. He could sense the desperation in Louis' writing. He also noticed the way Louis wrote his name at the bottom, quivery handwriting, like he was not sure if he really wanted to complete the letter and give it to Niall.

Niall sat back for some time. He thought about what Liam had told him about Louis' insecurities, what Harry had told him about Louis' family and what Zayn had told him how fragile and innocent and sweet Louis is.

Soon he found himself walking down to Louis' room. As usual the door was ajar and Louis was sitting in a chair which was facing the window. His back to the door, he was curled up in a ball; chin resting on his folded knees. Niall gave a gentle knock before entering the room.

Louis straightened up and turned around with the knocking. When he saw unsure looking Niall entering his room, he stood up, intertwining his own fingers in a tight grip, looking down at the floor.

Niall coughed a little before saying a small and soft Hey, to which Louis responded with even softer Hi.

"I.. I read your letter", said Niall taking a step forward.

Louis didn't say anything because he had no clue if the idea of writing a letter was good or not. He just waited for Niall to continue but also gave a small nod of acknowledgement to what Niall had said.