I Won't Speak

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


2. Chapter Two: The Note

Louis flipped open the suitcase, and nearly screamed. He fell back on the floor, his head spinning. "There- but- how-" He sat up and looked at the case again. Shaking his head, he rubbed at his eyes, staring in complete disbelief at the sleeping child before him. 

He gazed down at the small kid in the suitcase, still trying to comprehend what was before him.

"Uh..." He pulled out his phone, contemplating if he should call any of the boys, or management, even. Before he could dial a single digit, he heard someone stir. 

The kid. 

"Oh..." Louis groaned, looking back at her. 

The girl sat up, confusion etched on her face. Without saying a word, she held out her palm, a piece of paper in it. 

Louis picked it up, reading the shaky words on it.

My name is Lynn Ashling.

"Lynn, huh?" Louis muttered. 

The girl- Lynn - nodded, standing up and marching over to the hotel bed, which she promptly sat on. 

"Well, I'm Louis." Louis said. "What're you doing now?" He watched as Lynn grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began to scribble on it, showing no sign of stopping. Shaking his head slightly, Louis looked at the other side of the crumpled paper, looking for something else. Blue pen caught his eye, and he turned the paper to read the cursive font.

133 Portobello Road, Notting Hill 

(yes I know it's not cursive, sue me, alright?)

Louis grabbed his phone and began to type the words in, searching for wherever the address was. Before it finished loading, Louis felt a poke on his shoulder. He looked over to see Lynn, poking his shoulder and holding another piece of paper. A lot of the words on there we unreadable, scribbled out. Only two words were readable.

Help me.

"Help you?" Louis asked. "With what?"

Lynn pointed a finger at the cursive ink on the paper in his hand.

"You want to go there? Why?" Louis closed his fingers around the paper and tucked it into his pocket.

Lynn simply stared at him, begging something with her eyes.

"What, what is it?" Louis asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You can tell me, you know."

Frowning, Lynn turned away. She shook her head, pointing again to the paper, now in Louis' pocket.

"Okay," Louis said. "Before I can... help you, I gotta know your age. Which means you gotta talk to me, alright?"

Lynn shook her head again, holding up her hands, fiver fingers spread on one hand, two on the other.

Louis sighed. "Are you ever going to talk to me?"

Lynn waved her hands again.

"You're seven?" Louis asked. "Makes sense, I suppose." He shrugged. "Look, kid, I gotta bring you to the authorities. I can't keep you here. Management would be furious."

Lynn simply looked at him with blank eyes before tears started to well up in them. She pointed to Louis' pocket, shaking her head.

"I can't..." Louis' ringtone interrupted him. "Hold on, kid. Yeah?" He said, pressing the phone to his ear.

"SOUND CHECK!" Harry boomed before hanging up.

"Oh, right." Louis muttered to the empty line. "Sound check." He put his phone down. "Kid, I gotta go, alright? I'll be back... hopefully no one breaks in while I'm gone, alright?"

A slight fury darkened her face, but Lynn ran to the closet, where she promptly slipped inside.

"Um." Louis said as he left the room. "Al-alright then."


(A/N) The address is a real place! I didn't make it up! (I'm not creative with that kind of stuff :/ )

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