I Won't Speak

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


3. Chapter Three: Practices and Daydreams

Louis burst into the room, breathing heavily and holding his sides. 

Niall took one look at him and burst out laughing. "Need a couple more workouts then, mate? I didn't realize you were that out of shape"

Louis frowned and hurried over to the stage, dodging crew and parts of equipment as he raced over to the partially put together stage. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm here."

Harry frowned at Louis, but said nothing.


Louis wiped at his brow, sweat dripping down his face. Grabbing a plastic bottle of water resting at a spare table, he guzzled it down without a second thought. 

"Hey, are you doing okay?"

"What do you mean?" Louis asked.

"I mean, you're not all here today." Niall said, taking a bottle of water that was on the table and drinking it all. 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, your mind. You're daydreaming or something. You forgot your lines in Best Song Ever! What's going on with you?"

"I'm fine." he muttered. He turned to look out at the stage being put together. His mind drifted out to Lynn, sitting in his hotel closet. Was she alright? Was she safe? He quickly shook the thought away as Niall's voice once again reached his ears.

"...all you've been doing is and you're not even listening to me. Louis!" He finished with a yell.

"I'm fine, yeah." Louis mumbled. "I think I'm gonna go back to my hotel room, I don't feel that good."

Niall frowned. "As long as you're okay tonight, I guess." He said, walking away. 

Louis sighed, relieved that Niall didn't ask any more questions. Louis quickly ran for the exit, unaware of Harry's glare piercing his back as he left.

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