Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 5: Harry

"Louis," I warned nearly two weeks after he'd arrived. The boy had a tendency for pushing the limits to see how far I'd let him go. And it was quite a bit farther than anyone else would have been allowed to go. "Button, we've been over this," I remind him, locking eyes with him. He nods, breaking eye contact, knowing full well what was to come.

"'M sorry, Harry," he says quietly.

"Look at me, button," I ask. He reluctantly looks back up at me. "I would recommend that you stop with this rubbish and go talk with Niall before you do something that will really upset me," I tell him. He looks from my face down to the carpeted floor of our bedroom, clearly not wanting to leave.

"He's mad at me," he whispers. Of course he was. Louis had a tendency to do anything and everything to piss everyone he possibly could off. "But if you want me to leave," he trails off, moving to get up from where he was sitting.

"Louis Tomlinson," I call out, making him stop in his tracks. He turns around, eyeing me innocently. "If the few people who aren't annoyed with your general presence are mad at you right now, where on earth do you plan on going," I ask him.

"To bother the girls," he explains as if it was the clearest explanation.

"Maya and Liam are eating, don't bother them. Zayn and Gigi are still out," I inform him. He of course had thought that Zayn and Gigi, or Zigi as he liked to call them, would be back by now. It was nearing dinner time and the pair had left before breakfast that day.

"Oh," was all he said before collapsing back on the bed.

"Why's Niall mad at you, button," I ask, pulling him up from the bed. "Is it because you were telling him all the naughty things you wanted me to do to you," I gently whisper into his ear. A few days prior, Niall had burst into my office and told me to 'get your boy-toy under control," and the two hadn't spoken since that day. Confirming my suspicions, Louis' face reddened very quickly.

"What did he tell you," he asked, not daring to look me in the eyes.

"He told me enough," I say. Louis makes a move to move away and escape the situation, but he knew full-well that even if he did leave, this would end up being a topic of conversation sooner or later.

"He wasn't supposed to tell you," he muttered before leaving the room.

It really shouldn't have come as a surprise when dinner time came around and as soon as Lou spotted Niall that he made a huge scene. Everyone had been eating in peace, laughing and joking around as they did so. Niall was sat a few people down from where I was sat with Zayn, Liam, and the girls.

"Niall, you tosser," Louis had yelled at him the second he'd seen him. Nall had turned around to look at Louis in a look of pure confusion. "You knew I didn't want anyone to know," he continues.

"Pipe down, Louis. You made it exceptionally clear that you wanted him and you never mentioned not wanting him to know," he quipped. "Bloody hell, even the girls knew what you wanted and you tell them nothing because you're afraid they'll make fun of you," he continues. At this point everyone was staring, and if I knew anything about Louis, I knew he didn't like the attention.

"H, mate, you might want to take care of this before it gets too out of hand," Zayn suggests. I nod, standing up and abandoning my meal. The two boys look over at me as I approach, neither one saying another word.

"Let's take this to my office and the two of you can argue and let everyone else eat in peace, yeah," I ask. At first it seemed as if both boys were more than a little resistant, but eventually Niall did as his captain asked, moving in the direction of my office. Louis, however, made no effort. "Louis, I will not hesitate to drag you up to my office and make you hate every second of being on this ship if you do not listen to me," I warned, taking hold of Louis' wrist and pulling him towards the exit.

"He wasn't supposed to tell you," he says as soon as we exit the cafeteria. Niall, of course was waiting by the door to the office, but was still far enough away that he couldn't have easily made out anything Louis or I had been saying.

"I know, button," I say, dropping his wrist and taking his hand instead. "But," I began, "that does not give you the right to cause that large of a scene. Am I understood," I ask gently. He nods, taking his free hand to wipe at his eyes.

"'M really sorry, Haz," he finally says after a moment or two had passed. "I just," he began.

"Button, you don't need to explain anything to me. I know," I tell him. He nods, walking towards Niall, not letting go of my hand. "Alright," I begin, dropping Louis' hand, "you both know I do not tolerate this kind of thing at all. This situation could have been handled quite a bit better. Now, we're going to go into my office and have a civilized discussion. There will be no name calling or physical violence, you hear," I ask. Both boys nod as I open the door. Neither of them had actually been in this office before so they took a minute to look around. It wasn't anything special, just a dark room with a desk, some pictures, and a bookshelf in the corner. I took a seat in my chair, gesturing for the two to begin talking.

"I'm sorry for telling him," Niall apologizes, sitting in one of the two chairs in the office. Louis nods, seemingly not ready to actually forgive him yet as he looks for a place to sit. He points to the mostly unoccupied desk and then looks to me for permission. I nod quietly before he seats himself comfortably on the desk. "It was a massive bell end move," he adds on.

"Sorry for yelling at you," he mekely mumbles.

"It's fine, Lou. I deserved it." Louis tenses slightly at the nickname, having told me mere days ago the nickname was reserved for me.

"Niall, don't use that nickname," I cut in. Niall looks confused, but eventually agrees with neither Louis or I explaining to him why he couldn't call him that.

"Louis, I really am very sorry. If you forgive me, I promise I will never tell Harry anything about you without your consent or knowledge," he promises. Louis just nods, thinking. "Louis, please. I miss my best friend," he begs.

"Yeah, alright. I'm still a bit pissed off though," he says. Niall nods, before making his exit. Louis begins to play with his fingers in his lap, his eyes never leaving them. "You want to talk now, yeah," he asks when I'm standing in front of him.

"I would like to," I tell him.

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