only the brave | larry [ENG]

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Louis' POV

      ,,Goodmorning, mom" I kissed the woman on the cheek, setting my backpack down on the counter. The brunette smiled, then went back to fixing one of the paintings on the wall of her own gallery. ,,Where's Lottie? She was supposed to help you with your preparations."

      ,,Something fell out her and she couldn't come" she narrowed her eyes, staring at the canvas and turning it a few centimeters to the right ,,but I guess I did pretty well." 

      ,,It's perfect" I smiled ,,Customers will be delighted."

      For several days, my mother lived only planning the vernissage. Each of them was important to her and she wanted everything to go as planned. 

      ,,Anything else I can help you with, or should I just go?" 

      ,,We don't actually have dinner at home..." she suggested without even giving me a look. Even so, deep down I knew the smile was growing under her nose. 

      ,,Okay, fine'' amused, I grabbed my backpack ,,When we should to expect you?"

      ,,I'll try to back home from an hour to three" she muttered.

      ,,Sure" I laughed and left the building. I slipped my hands into the pockets of my green sweatshirt as I walked towards the apartment three streets away.

      I watched people blindly chasing something. Some were in a hurry to go to work, others were just on their way home. Yet all these people had one thing in common. Each of them could get under a speeding car because of this bloody rush. And honestly, I wanted to be in their shoes to see what it was like. It could be quite fun.

      I ran up the stairs, cursing the owner that he still hadn't installed the elevator. Finally, reaching the top floor, I paused a moment to catch my breath.

      Fuck, maybe you didn't have to fake the exemption from PE almost every day.

      I pressed the handle to open the door. The living room was exceptionally quiet, which meant that either my sisters weren't home at all, and these idiots had left our apartment open as usual, or they all unexpectedly occupied themselves in their rooms.

       I decided that it would be appropriate to at least check if everything is okay. Meanwhile, I took off my sweatshirt and hung it in the hall. I walked slowly to the first room door. I knocked three times as a warning sign that I was coming, then burst inside. I didn't understand people who would burst into someone's room without knocking, thus violating their private space.

      I looked around until my eyes finally fell on the fifteen-year-old and two ten-year-olds girls sitting on joined single beds. They stared at the laptop as if they hadn't even noticed that someone had entered. I squinted when I saw the sound emanating from the speakers. Not knowing what it was, I approached them. The monitor showed a boy with a guitar, simultaneously singing one of the songs I didn't know. At first it seemed only familiar to me, but with each passing second I recognized more and more details. Shoulder-length brown hair, a silver pendant and... A brown shirt with no stains on it yet.

      It was the same boy I ran into earlier, and the video had to be filmed before his clothes were mishandled with paint from the brushes.

      Lottie looked up as if torn from a trance. 

      ,,Oh, Louie" she looked at me, then looked down at the T-shirt commemorating my war with Malik ,,As always, up to date with fashion."

      ,,Fuck off" I muttered, looking at Daisy and Phoebe, who were still listening to the brunette's voice. I had to admit he was really good at it. I clapped my hands together, bringing all their attention to me. ,,Who's hungry?"