Chapter Twenty Three: Another Hit

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Even though he knew that Liam would be gone for a while he still felt relived that Liam wasn't at the penthouse yet. So, he was in the clear. Walking to the front door, Louis was stopped in his track. There was someone at his door, but, it was just someone; it was Niall.

"Hey mate," he greeted with that wonderful smile Louis recognised all to well. It was comforting, it was a nostalgic feeling that made Louis feel safe.

"Hey Niall," Louis smiled back, standing there in awe after seeing his friend he hadn't see in a while. Much to Louis' delight Niall held up the six-pack he was holding.

"Wanna go in?" he asked and Louis obliged.

It was like nothing had changed, the two sat down, drank a few beers like the old times. Louis and Niall just talk about the most random shit, shit that wasn't important to Louis situation now, and he appreciated it so much. They talked about dumb Hollywood rumours, Niall's stories about being on the road for the first time alone.

"You ever think of releasing music again?" Niall asked. Louis didn't know how to answer this. He does miss preforming, but, can he? Can he do it in his state? Should he even try?

"I think you can do it, the songs you write are always amazing," Niall always knows what to say, he was smart that way. 

"I don't know... maybe," Louis admitted.

"You have any songs?" Niall asked. Louis was feeling a little bit stressed now. No one has ever asked him these question despite Simon, and that was when the band had broken up. 

"Ah, yeah" he smiled. It was true he had been writing, It turned into more of a coping mechanism him and he loved it. 

"Really," Niall chirped excitedly "I'll love to here some," 

"Sure," Louis told, it was an odd moment for him but he still felt safe to show Niall his songs. He left to go get his notebook in he knew was on his bed side table. Walking to his room shutting the door. Finally no one was around him. 

Louis knelt down pulling a small baggy from his ankle boot. A small bag with  few crystals he stared at, and Louis felt starred back at him. He shoved the bag into his drawer and left with just the book in his hand. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly. Niall grabbed his guitar  and added notes to the words Louis wrote. They were later joined by Liam who watched fondly at the music Louis and Niall were making together. 

It was so wonderful.

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