Song for the chapter is Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan
**Third Person**
Louis was met at his car by the volunteer that worked at Princess Park (the rehabilitation centre that the boys had been sent to).
"Hey I'm Zayn! You're Louis right? Don't want to greet the wrong person, aha. I'm a volunteer here and I've been assigned to you as sort of a big-brother role model whilst you stay here. Everyone gets one. I have two others in my group, plus a new one that will be joining later today! Before I introduce you to everyone, I'll show you to your room. You will share with one of the other boys in my group, Niall. I think you guys could be good friends. He's such a good lad." Zayn surprised Louis with. Louis wasn't really in a talkative mood so just responded with a "cool" before Zayn turned to his mum.
"You must be Jay! It's very nice to meet you. Simon would like to speak to you before you leave so I'll show you his office before I give Louis a tour! I hope that's okay but we prefer for the boys to get to know the place alone. It's weird and I don't know why. It's always been a rule here, even when I was here as a resident. Anyway, let's get going."Louis and his mum were so overwhelmed with meeting Zayn that they just nodded and followed him, after getting Louis' stuff out of the boot of the car. Once the overall shock of the positivity had settled, Jay and Zayn got to talking about random subjects, whilst Louis noticed another car pull up.
As he was ushered inside by his mum, he saw a blond boy, around his age, run up to the car as enthusiastic as Zayn had. Intrigue filled Louis. Who are these people and how are they so happy to be here?
——— (time skip)
**Louis' P.O.V**
After the tour, I finally had some time alone. I was unpacking my stuff and I could finally think. Admittedly, I was just thinking about how to leave. I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud crash at the door. I spin round and see to boys hardcore snogging. I cough gently and see embarrassment flush over them both."Hi?" I say as they try to regain some dignity.
"You must be Louis." The blond boy states, in a very Irish accent. He was the boy from the car park! "I'm Niall. Nice to meet ya. This is my boyfriend Liam. You're also in Zayn's group right? We are both in his group. The two you are replacing left yesterday. I guess we're roommates now? That's cool. If you ever need to borrow anything or need anything, just ask. Although never for my food. NOBODY touches my food."
He seemed really cool. Maybe Zayn was right and we could be friends."Sorry to interrupt you guys. I was just unpacking. Although everything got messed up when they searched through my stuff." I said, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, they have to do that whenever someone moves in. It's just so you don't sneak things in, like razors and shit that you can hurt yourself with." Liam spoke up. "I mean, I completely understand why they do it and I support it fully, but I get how annoying it can be."
Zayn pokes his head in at this point.
"Group meeting in 5. So we can properly meet our new brothers." Zayn states before leaving immediately after."Wanna come with us? The other boy seems really nice so I kinda want to know more about him." Niall asked whilst interlocking his fingers with Liam's. He was obviously very protective.
"Sure. Why not." I replied.As we left the room, I was looking down at my phone, trying to text mum but having no luck because there was no service, when I bumped into someone.
"Oops" a deep voice muttered as I dropped my phone.
I looked up and saw these mystical green eyes that you could drown in. They seemed strangely familiar.
"Hi" I replied, staring into these eyes as I tried to recognise them. Then it hit me.Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.
It's Haz.
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