~Louis Tomlinson~

What the fuck??! What does this want here?! What is 'bro'?? Who is 'bro'??

I'll kill him...

Liam sent me a strange look. Oh sure, he must have heard my thoughts. That's different... But what's wrong with them? I'm right dammit!

"Who can we honor in your person?" Liam asked politely. After all, he came from a wealthy, well-to-do family, so now he could refresh his knowledge of etiquette.

"Let's go in and talk. Or do you want to be at the door?" he looked over at us. "That wouldn't be very polite," he glanced at Liam out of the corner of his eye, who almost exploded with rage, but Zayn squeezed his hand soothingly, so he nodded with a slightly fresher head, still distrustful.

If anything goes wrong, it's still five against one.

After entering the house, he headed towards the living room. It's like he's been living here for years, I'm telling you! I can't believe the dude... We don't even know his name or what his intentions were.

I hope nothing bad. We've been through too much without him.

He took a comfortable seat on the couch; He rested his arms on the backrest, crossed his legs, stacked on top of each other, and threw his head back.

I was almost boiling with rage. How can someone be such a bitch?!

He sets me up here without saying a word, then casually throws himself off on my friend's couch?! What does he think of himself?

From the outside, of course, it might have be seen what thoughts I might have had. My gaze almost burned a hole in him, and I think it was clear how much I would throw him under a train. But physically, I didn't do anything.

I sat and waited.

For what, I don't know. Maybe to finally explain who he is or why he's here at night.

A normal person doesn't even go out on the street, let alone into a stranger's house.

"What's going on here? Not many people are looking for this little house. You must have some exact intention that makes you here," Liam initiated the conversation, but when he again received no answer, I could see that his eyes darkened.

"K. We tried it nicely, but it doesn't seem to work for you," I told him calmly. "So... What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here? What do you want?" I asked in a frighteningly calm tone.

I spoke to him as someone would speak to an intellectually handicapped person.

"How do I say that you understand? Slower, louder, or more articulated?" I said reproachfully.

No one messes with us. I don't know what game the dude is playing, but after a while he falls and I may not let him get off the ground.

The next moment, however, he disappeared from our sight. We looked at each other with our mouths open, big and questioning eyes. Where has he gone?

A soft chuckle from the kitchen broke the slowly torturing silence. We turned to him as one person, and the sight surprised everyone.

The strange boy leaned against the doorpost with a glass of water in his hand.

"That's always the reaction. And it's always just as funny," he said in an amused voice, mostly to himself than to us. 

"Speak," said the green-eyed angel next to me.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to get to you a lot, but not yet," she looked at him with a half-smile and I felt a weird tingle.

I haven't felt anything like this before, I don't know where it came from all of a sudden. What triggered this in me? I wanted to kill him at the door, but I didn't feel what I do now. What the fuck??

Liam looked at me with an explaining look.

No, that's not possible... I can't be... jealous...

After all, they have only exchanged a few words! It can't be...

"What do you want?" Niall asked, as our dear guest refused to answer us easily.

"Me? Nothing bad, don't think so. I'm here for something completely different. By the way, aren't you tired? I managed to get here quite late, you would surely sleep already if you could. Don't worry, I'll be down here."

I looked nervously at the other boys. The dude really my mind off, but he was right; Everyone is tired.

'Hey, Payno! Go to sleep, I'll stay here with him, I don't need rest anyway,' I said to my friend in thought.

He looked at me, and after a little thought, he just nodded a little to me and then to the others. I guess he told them what the lineup would be.

"Louis will stay here with you," he turned to the stranger in an uncompromising tone. I haven't often heard him speak like that, but when I did, it was always strange to see him.

I didn't get to know him that way, but he always adopted the attitude of a rich, spoiled kid when needed — which, of course, was the complete opposite of his true personality.

"I don't care" he replied boredly. I can't believe how someone can be like that... emotionless .

He gave a faint smile before the boys headed up to their rooms. He smiled at Harry more kindly than at any of us, and to be honest with everyone, myself included, it didn't take long for me to lose my mind.

"Don't worry, I won't take him from you," said the stranger for the first time since the two of us stayed.

He maintained his position; In the same way, he leaned against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen.

The glass of water disappeared from his hand, but as I looked a little behind him, I saw that he had just placed it on the counter. But when?

"I wouldn't leave it at that. By the way, why should I believe you?" I asked, messing with him directly to see if he was concocting something useful to me. "You are the one who appeared uninvited.

"You are right about that, but there are reasons why I did what I did."

And with that sentence he disappeared again.

"Listen, dude, this is getting boring." I tried to adopt the calmest tone possible, even though I was raging with anger inside me. "You could stop this vanishing."

"If I really have to," he appeared in the armchair behind me. I turned to him so fast that I felt dizzy for a moment, but I couldn't deal with it.

"I would like an explanation. For everything," I demanded.

He rolled his eyes at my 'command' but motioned for me to take a seat.

It was going to be a long night.