Hey guys! It's me...
I've had a very busy week so I'm pretty tired, plus tonight I'm having a party so yeah. If this makes no sense, comment and I'll change a few things.
Btw, I don't know if you know them, but I got this band called runrig which is kinda my home band since I grew up with listening to them, and I haven't listened to them in a while.... But now their CD is on and it's making me emotional.
Yes, very important.
I finally understand what they're singing.
And oh God a quick word about amnesia which is tearing my world apart (the song) because it's the most beautiful thing ever....
Yeah that.
Well, since you know in which circumstances this is written, go on and read!
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Niall's POV
After Almaro's last answer, about the beer bottle, I've been looking at him intently, but he doesn't even notice, seeing that he's so caught up in looking at Louis. Louis, on his part, is looking straight back at him, their eyes never leaving each other. Not even when Almaro asks Zayn the next question.
"Ever been heart broken?"
I direct my gaze to Louis for a moment, who's frowning deeply, his knees hugged tightly to his body. I have seen him do this more often, he always does this when he's thinking very hard, worried. Or when he's up to something. I wonder if he notices what's going on around him right now, I can imagine he doesn't.
"Actually, yes. Now, what's up with living in a hotel?" I then hear Zayn's voice coming from next to me. My gaze immediately travels back to Almaro, eager for the answer. I mean, I've been wanting to know this since the moment I looked up the adress, but I never got to ask. Strangely Almaro didn't ask me after. Maybe he thinks I'm too dangerous? After all I was the one who found out that it was a hotel...
Almaro sighs and rubs his neck absentmindedly. It's drop dead silent in the room while we wait for the answer, but it takes him a few seconds before he actually says it. When we finally get the answer, I understand immediately why. It was too painful.
"My father kicked me out this morning. I'm homeless."
Everyone around me let's out shocked sounds, except Louis, who's still staring intently in the eyes of the mysterious boy. Then he sighs and looks away, somehow breaking some magical trance.
"We're stopping the game," He demands with a soft voice, obviously having decided something, and if my hearing doesn't betray me he's about to cry. Does this still have to do with the suicide question? We didn't spend any attention on that except reaction shocked, what makes me feel kinda guilty... I mean, he's our friend after all.
I say Almaro exchanging a look with Louis and then Harry nudges Louis and they, too, exchange a look. I still wonder how people can communicate like that, without words, saying so much with just a single glance.
"Come Almaro," Louis, who's risen to his feet now, interrupts my thoughts. "I'm gonna show you the guest room. You're staying here."
It's not a proposal, it's a demand, and I know Almaro has no choice. Not that I'd let him go, but there's just something about the way Louis says this, that I know something's up. Oh god. When did I become a psychologist?
Then Louis leaves the room, silently followed by Almaro. I debate a few seconds by myself whether I should listen in or not, but then I decide to give them some privacy. Looking up, I see Harry looking down to his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. With a sigh I get up and sit next to him. Somehow I know this is hard for him, Louis leaving to talk with a stranger instead of with him, his best friend. Because we all know they're gonna have a talk. It was that obvious.
"Don't worry," I whisper to him, softly putting my hand on his shoulder. "He just needs someone not close to him right now. Someone who doesn't know him yet."
Harry looks up, his green eyes watery and big. There's an unsure glance in them.
"He's never told me about it. I didn't know. I didn't even realize something was up."
I sigh and decide to hug him. Poor Harry, he must feel even worse than I realized. I mean, Louis, suicidal, and he couldn't tell Harry? Those two are unseparable!
"Come on Harry. It isn't that bad. You know Louis, he never wants anyone to worry about him, he can't stand it when people are sad or depressed or in any other way not happy. That's why he didn't tell you, he didn't want you to worry about him. The only reason he admitted it now, is that we were playing 20 questions and he was totally surprised by this question. He totally didn't see it coming."
Harry sighs. "You're probably right. Still it feels bad. Would this be why he doesn't want to talk about it with me? Is this while he choses Almaro? Because he guessed it and I didn't?"
I close my eyes tiredly, ruffling my hand trough my hair. What do I say about that? Altogether because I don't really know the answer on that....
"Don't worry about that, Harry," I finally set on saying. "He probably went to talk with Almaro because he found a companion in him. From what I've heard tonight, Almaro has had very much trouble in his life, and Louis, being the caring person he is, is definitely talking to him about that. And well, since they're already talking about problems, it'll be easier for him to share his story. Plus, remember what Almaro said? That he knew, because they were like each other? Louis probably thinks Almaro is good to support him in this because Almaro knows what it's like. I mean, you're still his best friend, but sometimes it's just easier to talk to someone who doesn't know you, if you understand what I'm trying to say," I rant. Harry, who watched my intently during my little speech, now runs a hand trough his already messy curls.
"You're very wise Niall. Thank you. When did you become a psychologist?"
I chuckle, not only because I feel highly flattered by this comment but also because I thought the same not too long ago. "I don't know. Maybe I've always been and you just didn't notice it."
Harry chuckles too, a little sad. "Ya. I seem to be really unobservant."
That makes me hug him a second time, but I know he isn't as down as the first time. "Don't worry Harry. It's gonna be okay. Those two will take care of each other."
Then I get up to honor the kitchen with my visit. I mean, I'm still hungry from auditions, and didn't get to eat something because of Almaro, who I just had to bring to hospital.
Speaking of the devil...
"Hey Almaro," I greet that exact person who's just walking into the kitchen. "Going for an evening snack?"
Almaro smiles tiredly. "Actually, I'm here to get some popcorn, drinks and crisps. Maybe other food."
When I hear him sum up the list of things he's getting, I feel my eyes widen. "Watcha gonna do with that?"
His already wide smile widens, his eyes starting to twinkle just a bit, reflecting the light of the lamp. "I'm gonna eat it. With Louis."
A similar twinkle as his appears in my eyes as I smile mysteriously. That boy. Those boys. They fit together very good, sure they're gonna have a movie night and I just guess it'll be Lord Of The Rings because that's just Louis.
"Ah. Gonna spend the night together after your small talk?"
Almaro raises an ayebrow at that, questioningly, but I don't need another answer and am already pushing him some bags in his hands. "Here you have the crisps. I'll bring you the popcorn later. And what do you want for drinks?"
The stunned look on his face is priceless, and I almost burst out laughing. "Ummm..."
I cut the poor boy off by giving him a pack of ice tea. "Here. I'll bring the rest later."
Almaro, still dumb-struck, nods slowly and then walks out of the kitchen, while I go to receive our popcorn, slightly humming to myself while putting it in the microwave. For some reason I really like it that Louis and Almaro get along so good already, I mean despite of us four being here I know Louis has been feeling really lonely lately so maybe...
I really should go study for psychologist or something! Yes, I know that the boys see me as a carefree bird, laughing at everything, but my heart sees things which stay unseen by my carefree mind, and it sees much of them. Somehow I know how people work. My father always knew that too.... Maybe it runs in the family....?
My thoughts rambling along, I open the microwave and pour the popcorn in a large bowl. Would they have enough now? Am I forgetting something? Anything?
Suddenly an idea pops into my head, resembling the corn I just popped, and with a smile spreading on my face I open the fridge to grab some God-food. After heating it up, I put it all on a tray, adding everything I think they might like. Louis is gonna look so weird at me... Haha that lad will surely wonder what I'm doing, think things...
My smile turns into a mischievous one, my hand running trough my hair. I'll make that boy think for once, just for once... Maybe he'll discover thinking is a good thing, maybe I'll be bringing him on the right path, ha.
"Where ya going with that food?" someone interrupts my thoughts when I walk trough the living room. I look quickly at the direction the voice was coming from, discovering Zayn sitting next to Harry on the couch, staring at me with furrowed eyebrows, his dark brown eyes slightly confused. I giggle - yes, actually giggle- and push the door to the hall open with my elbow.
"Upstairs! Our two sassers are having a movie night..."
Zayn is now grinning, while Harry looks down at his lap. Ahh, poor him. Still sad about it...
"And you're willingly bringing them food?"
I chuckle lightly. They think they know me so well, while actually they don't . I might eat a lot, all the time, but I don't really mind giving others food. Plus, they deserve it.
"Yes, I am. They need it. What is a movie night without food?"
He lets out a soft laugh at that, the one Perrie adores so much, because, according to her words, it fits his caramel voice perfectly. Meanwhile his hand ruffles trough his as usually perfect hair, messing it up just a bit, but I know Zayn doesn't really mind. It's the same as with me and my food, we pull the act people are familiar with, but that's all it is: an act.
"Yeah, you're right mate, " he then says, looking askew at me. "We should let them have fun."
I nod, throwing a last quick glance at Harry who's still avoiding my eyes, and then walk upstairs. The light in Louis' room is still on, so I guess they are in the guest room... Yes a very sequacious reasoning I know, it's because Louis always forgets to turn the light off when he leaves the room, resulting in his lights always being on except when he's watching a movie, which is why they are in the guest room.
"Knock knock," I say standing in front of the relevant door. "The popcorn is here. And I brought pizza."
"Pizza!" Almaro almost screems, his eyes on the tray of food I'm holding. There's a bright smile on his face, and I'm glad he's happy. And, reading the look on Louis' relaxed face, he's also happy. I like that.
"Yes, pizza. So, a Lord Of The Rings movie marathon?" I say, without even as much as glancing at the screen. I mean, I just know they're watching LOTR, it's as obvious as that yellow spot on one of Harry's black skinny jeans...
Almaro nods, cuddling a bit closer to Louis, who's resting his head on his shoulder. They look like they're really cosy, comfortable, and for a moment I wonder if this may be the start of something great....
When I'm studying Almaro's face, I suddenly realize that he's talking to me, and I quickly zone back in again, just managing to catch the last of his sentence. The smile I didn't even realize was on my face grows a bit wider.
"Anytime, pal. And enjoy your movie time together."
Almaro nods again, his eyes watching me intently while I'm putting the tray on the bed, making me a bit nervous. He didn't see me staring, did he? That would be kinda awkward...
"Thanks again," Almaro repeats when I'm done setting the tray on the bed. My smile must be fucking weird right now, but I can't help it, never had control over my mouth.
"No problem."
Then I quickly leave the room, leaving the two cuddlers alone, already shipping them very hard. Wait... Am I shipping them? What, Niall? You don't usually ship two boys together... I mean, you can't just assume everyone is gay or bi, like you. But they do look cute together... They should definitely become friends... Or maybe more...
"How are they doing? Are they okay?"
I jump and swirl around, my hand on my heart. O god, I didn't even hear Liam sneak up at me!
"Geez, you're giving me a heart attack! Will you never do that again?"
Liam rolls his eyes kinda annoyed, although I know he doesn't really mind. He's just being the worried daddy, like always. He cares about us, I know that, because he's the one who shows it the most. And although he doesn't even know Almaro that well, I know he's also concerned about him. I mean, who of us isn't?
"Just tell them, are they allright?"
"Oh, very," I tell him, smiling reassuring, and I see the tension in Liam's face disappear immediately. Good, he shouldn't worry so much. He's taking too much upon himself...
"They were both smiling when I left, looking very content. All snuggled up in each other for a cosy movie night... They'll be allright. Don't worry about them tonight..."
I see Liam's eyes wander trough the guest room door, obviously doubting about something. I sigh kinda guessing what he's thinking about, and step a bit closer to him, putting my hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Liam. They're all good. Promise me you won't worry about them tonight? Just try to get some sleep, they can manage with each other. It's okay."
Liam lets out a deep sigh, his eyes now wandering down, his shoulders slumping a bit.
"If you're sure... I'll just... leave them. I can talk with them tomorrow, right?"
His brown puppy eyes look up at me and I suddenly realize that he's practically asking for my approval. This is weird... Usually he knows so well what he should or shouldn't do, usually I'm the one going to him for advice, support, whatever.... I don't even know if I like being in this position, it feels weird... Tonight has been a weird night...
"Yeah, you talk with them tomorrow. Just let them know you're there for them, but for now, you'd better get some sleep. I know you didn't sleep that well yesterday, and I know you need you're rest.. You look tired."
Liam smiles weakly. "Thanks, Niall. I'm very tired indeed..." To prove his words he lets out a big yawn. "And what about you? What are you gonna do?"
I chuckle. "Well, I'll go downstairs to see if Zarry there need some company, then I'll go to sleep... Didn't sleep that well either yesterday, guess nobody of us did. Blame Louis..."
This makes Liam laugh aloud, and after a split second I join him. Louis... That guy would never admit it, but he was so nervous for his audition that he couldn't sleep, worried that he wouldn't get a place, so he was up all night, being hyper all the time and pulling little stunts so that nobody else could sleep either... Well that was not his intention of course, but it turned out that way. Luckily Louis didn't feel to guilty about it, wouldn't need that... I mean, we're kind of used to this, we don't mind, things wouldn't be the same without it, much more boring, so he shouldn't feel guilty about keeping us up all night.
"Well, I'm going to sleep now," Liam mutters as soon as our laughter died down a bit. "Good night Niall. Don't stay up too late, the Australian idiots are expecting us to be quite vivid tomorrow. And we need to kick their ass at soccer again... Our honor..."
A light chuckle escapes my mouth. Yeah, the Australian idiots... We play soccer with them a lot, and always it's a competition of us against them, and we always win... Can't afford it to loose this time, having had no sleep is no excuse after all...
"Yeah, I'll tell Zarry to not make it too late either, so that we can totally crush them... Goodnight Liam!"
With that, we both go our own ways, he to his bedroom and me downstairs to see how that two idiots are doing.
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