Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 2: Harry

Most everyone was below deck, probably sleeping. It was nearly one in the morning after all. I'd sent Liam and Zayn out around noon to get supplied and get Niall's recruit. Niall had barley convinced me until he mentioned they boy was a straight-A student with practically no friends because everyone was afraid 'the gay would spread,' because according to Niall, he was very gay, but less open about it because of all the negative memories associated with his coming out.

"Harry," Liam called, when they finally had gotten back, nearly two hours after I thought they would be back. I was exhausted, but I knew we had to get the ship out of the harbor before the locals noticed his disappearance. The boy had most likely fallen asleep as Liam had thrown the smaller boy over his shoulder. "He fell asleep. Should we take him below deck or just leave him up here with you for the night," he asked.

"Grab a blanket from below deck, but just leave the lad up here with me," I instruct, as he sets the boy down on the cott we kept above deck which many of the new recruits spent the first night on. Zayn quickly headed below deck before reappearing a few moments later with a green blanket and small pillow in his hands. He gently lifted the boy's head, setting the pillow underneath it and placing the blanket on top of him. After the two helped me begin sailing, they both went below deck to get some sleep. I would have done the same, but this patch of water was partially rough, meaning more steering was needed in order to keep all of us alive, and I was not about to be held responsible for killing all my closest friends.

By the time the sun was shining brightly in the sky, most of the crew was above deck, talking and messing around. It must've been around ten when the boy finally stirred. When Niall saw the boy awakening, he dashed in our direction.

"Looeh," he called, collapsing next to the cott when the boy was still half asleep.

"Fuck off," the boy had sleepily muttered, rubbing his eyes. Niall simply held his hands up like he was defending himself before returning the crowd of boys he'd been messing around with only moments before. "You're the captain, right," he asked, eyes glancing up at where I was standing.

"I am," I told him, sitting down on the cott next to him. "Name's Harry. What's your name, pretty boy," I ask, tilting his head up so he was looking into my eyes. His eyes were beautiful. It seemed as if his eyes were two glass orbs which had been filled with the ocean water and been placed where his eyes should be. His chestnut brown colored hair fell into his eyes a bit, but it just seemed to make him all the more attractive.

"Louis," he said, eyes flicking down to the floor.

"Don't look away from your captain when he's speaking to you, Louis," I warn. His eyes immediately flick back to mine and he looks terrified of what's to come. "We won't have any problems if you do what I say and what I ask of you, however, if you don't, we're going to have many problems, and I would rather not deal with that, darling," I tell him, my hand moving the hair out of his eyes.

"Of course, captain," he mutters, seemingly scared to say anything else.

"Please, love, call me Harry."