Read Between The Lines

Part 14

Niall’s POV

Remember me.

Those were the words written across my mind, ever since I got that card from her in the post.

I remember that like it was yesterday.

It was a lazy Sunday….

*Flashback*

‘Love actually-

‘No Harry potter’ Lou and Harry argued back and forth continuously.

It was very entertaining watching them messing with each other like that. Louis raising his eyebrows every time harry repeated ‘Love actually’ almost like he was surprised that Harry would even think to counter Harry potter with any film.

Whilst Harry had his mouth open in surprise that anyone could even class any film  in the same league as Love actually, let alone think of one as better then it.

Abruptly Liam stepped in between the two of them halting their argument.

‘Here comes daddy direction the voice of reason’ Zayn commentated watching from his seat next to mine on the sofa. Flipping Zayn the finger Liam grabbed both DVD’s from Harry and Louis and took a deep breath.

‘Before either of you say another word I want you to listen to me, is that agreed?’ Looking at them both for assurance that they had indeed understood him, Liam continued on once satisfied with the nods he had received.

‘Seeing as there is more than just one Harry potter film, Harry should get to choose his favourite one of them all.’ Anticipating furthur arguments to his suggestion Li put his hand up and stated ‘Harry I know that you won’t be in favour of this particularly but we did watch Love actually last week, it’s only fair that Lou gets a turn.’

Pouting Harry turned away from Liam’s impartial but fair face and Louis’s Triumphant smirk and came to sit on the sofa beside me. Scowling at Louis enthusiasm as he ran to the Kitchen to get some snacks Harry flipped his finger in the direction that Louis had gone before looking at Liam and sending an ever so innocent smile his way.

‘Louis 1 Harry 0’ Zayn smirked, high fiving me as we continued to watch the scene play out before us.

‘HAZZAAABEARRR!!’ Louis interrupted us sliding back into the Lounge with 2 bowls of popcorn in his arms. ‘What film will it be?’ he questioned with an unmistakeable smile on his face. Harry groaned before looking at the ceiling  and muttering ‘Whichever one has the shortest running time, the quicker it’s over the quicker I can get out of here.’

Louis chuckled before walking over to the DVD rack and slipping out a film.

Half way through Harry potter and the philosophers stone the doorbell rang causing my head to snap away from the film and to the lounge door, behind which was the entrance to our house.

Preventing any further arguments from happening about who would have the ‘misfortune’ of opening the door I got up, putting the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table. Before slipping out the lounge door and shutting it gently behind me.

Following the messy trail of Louis and Harrys clothes down the hallway I reached our oak front door and peered through the hole looking to see who was there. After a good 30 seconds looking through the hole in our door, I realised that nobody was there and was just about to turn around and head back to the lounge when a pink envelope on the mat of our porch caught my attention.

Within a few seconds I had the heavy polished door open and bent my body down to look at the envelope. Almost instantly I recognised my own name written on the front in girly, cursive handwriting. Shock shot through me as I wandered who the envelope was from and more importantly what was in it.