I Won't Speak

A suitcase. A mystery. A popstar. A selective mute. And a friendship everlasting.


7. Chapter Seven: Interrogations

Lynn jumped up, her eyes wide with fright. Hardly making a sound, she slipped into the closet again.

Panic bubbled in my throat, but I forced it down, quickly stacking plates on top of each other to avert suspicion, whatever it may be. I took a long, slow breath, calming myself as I opened the door to Niall's smiling face.

"Hey Louis!" He said. I looked over his shoulder to see Liam and Harry behind him. "How're you feeling?"

"Um, fine." I said, tilting my head slightly in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You said we weren't feeling well during practice yesterday, and we wanted to check up on you to make sure you were feeling okay, and that the sick feeling hadn't come back, y'know?" Now it was Niall's turn to look at me strangely. "You do remember feeling sick yesterday, right?"

I let out a forced laugh, but Niall's words had hit me harshly with the lie I had told. "Oh, yeah, that. Probably just nerves, or something. I dunno. You know how we've all been since Zayn... quit." I let my expression drop.

Liam looked at me over Niall's shoulder, eyes showing the barest hint of pain. He nodded "We all feel that now."

I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Harry coughed into his fist. "So, are you gonna let us in, or are we gonna have to stand out here forever?"

I gulped. "Y-yeah. Come on in, guys." Don't go near the closet.

Harry's brow wrinkled in confusion as he surveyed my room. "A sleeping bag?"

I blinked. "I didn't really feel like sleeping on my bed. There was an old sleeping bag in my closet, so I slept on the floor." I blustered.

"And the extra plate?" Harry said. 

"I was hungry."

Harry glanced at me, and I could tell he didn't believe me. At last he nodded. "Okay." He shrugged.

"Hey, it that the suitcase you told us about?" Niall said, walking over to the brown suitcase that had been pushed into the corner of the room.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"So, what was in it?" Liam asked, going over to examine it.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "It was empty. 

"Looks pretty old." Niall commented, picking the suitcase up. "Wonder why it was placed in your room?"

"I'm still wondering the same thing myself." I said truthfully.

"Maybe you should throw it out." Liam said. "Looks really old. Probably some mistake the hotel made. Doesn't look like it could hold much."

"You'd be surprised." I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Liam asked, looking towards me. 

"Um, I said, 'You might be right.'" I replied. "But I'm not gonna throw it out."

"Why not?" Harry questioned.

"I honestly don't know." I said. "It's kinda grown on me." Kind of like Lynn.

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