Once Upon a Text (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 16

A/N Okay... so I can honestly say that I thought this would be up a lot sooner. It probably would have but me and my family went away for almost a week and I didn't get a chance to write at all while we were away :/ Sorry for the wait, again! :$

Anyway, it's a bit longer than usual! I actually was going to make it much longer but I decided to put the rest of this chapter in the next one instead otherwise it would be too long :P

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Chapter 16

Louis’ POV

“Well, get ready to say goodbye to this place,” Liam said with a frown.

“I’m going to miss it so much!” Niall cried, pretending to sob into Liam’s shoulder.

I looked up at the house with a sigh. I actually was going to miss this place. There were so many memories here. I looked over at Harry and saw he was already looking at me, giving me a sad smile. I took his hand, entwining our fingers.

Today was the day we had to go back to London. Back to our own seperate flats, back to the rain and the fans and the pressure from management. As much as I love the fans, it was kind of nice having a little break from it all.

“So what’s the plan for today Li?” Zayn asked, looking up at the house like the rest of us.

“We’re driving until four. Then we’re stopping to check into a hotel and meeting a representative from Modest Management for dinner at five. After that we’ve got the night to ourselves and then we’re setting off tomorrow morning to make it back in London in time for an interview at six,” he answered.

None of us said anything but I knew they were all thinking the same thing as me; back to our busy lifestyles. After taking a whole week off to ourselves, we were going to have to work extra hard to make up for the missed time which meant hardly anytime off.

The driver pulled up behind us and honked the horn to let us know he was there. We all gave one last wistful look at the house before grabbing our bags and climbing into the car.

By the time we got to the hotel, all of us were tired from the long drive. We dragged ourselves into our hotel room and started to get ready for diner. It was an understatement to say I was nervous. I was panicing on the inside, but managed to keep my body language relatively normal so the boys wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Boo?” Harry called, walking into the bathroom where I stood, trying to perfect my hair.

“Yeah?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from the mirror to look at him. He looked good. We were supposed to dress up nice for this dinner, since it was in a pretty fancy restaurant and Harry looked perfect.

“We’re leaving now,” he said, taking my hand and giving it a light squeeze before dropping it again.

I gave him a small nervous smile, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach and nodded, following him out of the hotel and to the car. The drive to the restaurant was quiet. Too quiet. Zayn was looking out the window, immersed in thought. Niall was on his phone, staring blankly at the screen and Liam was just sitting their playing with his fingers. Every few seconds one of them would look over and then look away once the other noticed they were being watched. It was weird behaviour for them but I didn’t think anything of it.