Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 18 - LET US OUT!

*Harry's POV*

What do I do? Who do I go to to try and break open a door? I know it's not locked so what the hell's wrong with it?

I rush down the stairs and I guess Zayn and Liam don't hear me because they're cuddled up on the sofa, not even watching the telly, but watching each other instead.

I just roll my eyes and walk over to them. "Hey guys." They look shocked and spring apart, and I just shake my head and roll my eyes. I really don't care. "Really guys? I don't care, cuddle if you want. Anyway, I can't get back into mine and Lou's bedroom, the door's jammed shut and he's stuck in there with Ni."

"Well shit. Um... how jammed is it?" Asks Zayn.

"Jammed enough to not be able to open it? How do you measure the amount of jammed a door is?"

He just shrugs in reply and looks to Liam for an answer, so I do too.

"Whatcha looking at me for? I've no clue. I'll go get Kevin." He says, standing up and exiting through the front door to go to Kevin's smaller house.

I sit down on the sofa, fairly near Zayn, and look over to him. He's looking at me, and he looks worried. What? Why?

"You alright mate?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows and tilting my head slightly.

"Yeah, it's just... uh, worried about Louis and Niall, that's all." He replies, I can tell he's lying, it's so obvious. But, I don't want to push it, so I just nod and go to take my phone out of my pocket, but realise it's not there. Damn, I left it in the bedroom.

"Damn, I left my phone in the bedroom. Not even got that in the time being. Guess I'll go talk to Lou, make sure Niall's not making him go insane." I sigh and turn to Zayn, "Talk to you later. And just know, none of us care about you and Liam cuddling, I mean, me and Louis kissed."

Zayn nods, and I thought I'd be able to leave then, but he just had to question me further, "You never did explain that to us, what's up between you two?" My eyes widen at that and I realise Niall actually managed to keep his big mouth shut when I didn't want him to.

"Oh, didn't Ni tell you?" Zayn just shakes his head, "Oh... Uhh, follow me, me and Lou can tell you together." I tell him, and I stand up and walk towards the stairs, Zayn following my movements.

Once we reach the door, I lean my head closer so I can hear what's going on inside...

*Louis' POV*

"I don't know, Niall!" I almost shouted, fed up with his incessant questions, "Would you stop asking me questions I don't know the answers to? I was hammered, I don't remember much."

Niall whines like a small child being refused sweets, "Fine." There's about a thirty second silence where I get peace and quiet, following a few fans on Twitter to make their days, before it's interrupted yet again by Niall. "Are you sure you can't remember anything?" He asks.

"Well, I do remember that about a minute ago I asked you to shut the fuck up. Go find something to do. I dunno, tidy my stuff away since you hate how messy I am. Just stop bother-" I'm cut off by a soft knock at the door.

"Hello?" Asks Niall, "Has someone finally figured out a way to get me out of this room with this moody tard?" He seems hopeful, like he really doesn't want to be here.

I look over to him with softened features, now feeling bad for what I said. I mouth 'I'm sorry, Ni' as we hear the person from the other side of the door reply.

It's Harry, and he gives a soft laugh before replying with, "Unfortunately no, but Li's gone to get Kevin, I'm here with Z 'cause we got bored. And I'm assuming you're both driving each other mad in there, so we came to keep you sane." He explains.