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Louis was very agitated: the boss had sent him to the mansion of Mr. Styles, the mysterious billionaire, in order to finally have an interview, or at least a photo. No one had ever seen him and everyone considered him an exploiter because of the hundred people employed by him; a monster, in short, but according to him he's hiding something else. Before entering the woods he pulled up his blue Porsche and got out. He walked along the path of stones and gravel that crossed the wood and arrived at the villa. Louis looked around trying to calm down but the eerie tranquility of the trees only made his condition worse. A flash of light crossed the leaves and a thunder exploded in the air.
Light drops of rain quickly fell on the boy and he started running, covering himself with his jacket. The rain became more and more intense and the mud made its way through his clothes. Without realizing it, he came to an imposing half-rusty gate covered with ivy and immediately pushed it open, making it creak and open. He ran inside past a giant fountain and knocked on the huge dark wooden door. He received no reply. He knocked louder and the door opened slightly. Frightened he opened it more, creating a passage for himself to enter.
Louis found himself in a long corridor surrounded by windows. A time-faded red carpet lay on the shiny tiled floor. The brown haired boy followed its path and found himself in front of what must have been a living room. A large dark red armchair dominated the room. On the sides, two black leather sofas and in front of it a fireplace where a small fire burns. Above it an empty frame. It looked like the photo had been ripped.
-Do you think he's a reporter? - He heard a voice whisper.
-I don't know- murmured another.
-Maybe it isn't- said a cheerful voice.
Louis followed the sound of voices to one of the sofas where he found three boys talking to each other behind it. The first on the right was a brown haired man dressed in a blue checked shirt, next to him a blond boy with two ocean blue eyes and a gray sweatshirt too big for him and finally a dark brown haired guy with amber skin and a black Nirvana T-shirt. They stopped abruptly, noticing him.
-Ehm ... hello- the blue-eyed boy mumbled embarrassed.
-Hello- reply the blond smiling.
He stood up and shook his hand. Louis returned the squeeze, smiling in return.
-I'm Niall- the blond introduced himself.
-Louis- replies the reporter. The boy began clapping like a child.
-Louis what a beautiful name, we will become friends! - the brunette stood up taking him by the hips and holding him to his chest.
-No, we don't know if we can trust him- he whispered to the boy.
-But Liam, he didn't do anything wrong- Niall protests.
-For now- said Liam eyeing the reporter suspiciously.
-I assure you that I have no bad intentions- the dark-haired man looked at Louis.
-Are you a reporter? -He then asked.
The blue-eyed boy nodded.
-He can't stay, Mr. Styles doesn't want reporters - declared Liam.
-Come on Liam just for a while, nothing's going to happen- Zayn said trying to lighten the situation.
-Liam, please don't send him out, it's raining- said Niall with soft eyes.
-But you know that ...- Liam began and then melt-okay but only until the storm ends- the blonde gave him a sweet smile.
-Thanks Liam- the brown haired man sighed while Zayn smiled satisfied.
- Now Niall will take you to a room where you can change - Liam then explained to the reporter. Louis nodded.
Niall took the boy by the arm. Smiling he dragged him up the large polished stone stairs.
Louis managed to catch a glimpse of Zayn hugging Liam before being carried away by a blond who was bursting with happiness from every pore.