Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 8: Louis

 "Can we go back to bed now? I'm tired," I complained once he'd gotten the boat docked. He looked over at me, playfully rolling his eyes as he led me back downstairs into the bedroom we shared.

"Sleep," he told me, gently pushing me towards the bed. I look over at him with a pleading smile on my face. "I'll come cuddle you in a moment, button. Let me grab my book because as much as I love admiring your beautiful face, you're going to sleep for a while and I'd like to do some reading," he explained, disappearing down the thin hallway that I thought only led to the bathroom. Apparently, I was wrong. A few moments later, he reappeared with a book. He plopped down on the bed, pulling me on top of him a few moments later.

"Can I use you as my pillow," I ask quietly, glancing up at him as he pulls the blankets to cover both of our bodies.

"Of course, button," he says as I cuddle myself into his chest, practically laying on top of him, though he doesn't seem to mind. "How about we go to the clothing shop and get you some coats," Harry suggests in a gentle voice and he carefully begins carding his fingers through my hair. "And we can get some lunch. Whatever you'd like, I'm not picky. Maybe stop at the local book store, hmm," he asked, his voice getting quieter and quieter until I wasn't sure if I was just imagining it. "Sleep tight, my little button," he'd whispered, kissing my temple before I'd drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"You're very pretty when you're sleeping, button," Harry whispered. He removed his hand that was still carding gently through my hair to turn the page in his book before his hand returned to gently combing through my hair. Clutching my hands in fists, I could feel how cold I was. To be completely honest, I was freezing.

"Cold," I murmur against his shoulder, seeking out more of his heat. He gently pulled the blanket up further and tucked it tighter against my sides, in an effort to trap the heat inside the blanket.

"Better," he asked, setting his book to the side, and wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Better," I confirm. "How long can we just lay here for," I quietly ask, not having any desire to get up in the near future.

"As much as I'd like to say as long as you want, we have to be up in twenty minutes, so we can lay for another fifteen," he tells me.

"Harry," Liam called, bursting through the door bursting my little happy bubble. He was swiftly followed by both Zayn and Niall entering the room after him. Harry sat up a bit, rearranging me on him so I could continue to lay down and bask in his heat while he dealt with whatever Liam had come to tell us. "We have a bit of an issue," he continued.

"Haz, we really need to talk," Zayn breathlessly adds on, eyes moving towards me and then back to Harry every so often. He glanced down at me, the apology clear in his eyes.

"Sorry, button," he whispers, getting up from the bed. He pulls the blanket tightly against me before walking over to where the rest of the boys were standing. The four of them talked in hushed voices, occasionally looking over in my direction. "Are they here," Harry asked a bit louder than everything else he'd said thus far. I watched the rest of the boys nod. "All four," he asked. Once again, they nodded. "Get them," he orders.

"Are you," Liam begins before Harry cuts him off.

"Get them," Harry repeats, dominance radiation off of him. And boy, oh boy was it hot. The three of them quickly scram out of the room, the door being left wide open. Harry saunters over to the bed, his eyes trained on me. And in the brief moment, I had a small lapse of judgment. My mouth betrayed my brain, and I immediately regretted it.

"That was really hot," I admit.

"Really," he asks, planting one hand on either side of my head, partially caging me in. "Do tell me what about it was hot, angel," he demands.

"Not an angel," I murmur.

"You certainly won't be when I'm done with you," he huskily whispers into my ear, nipping at the skin gently. "You might as well be one of the Devil's little helpers," he added on, placing one leg on each side of me, completely caging me underneath his much larger body.

"You plan on kissing me any time soon," I question, my fingers running lightly against the fabric of his shirt. He smirks down at me, crashing his lips into mine. His lips were rough against mine and everything about the kiss drew me in more. He pressed his body against mine as he deepened the kiss. His tongue curiously explored my mouth, moving over my own in a dominant manner that was so fucking hot.

There was a quiet knock on the door before the voice of the oldest of my sisters echoed through the room with the words 'oh for god's sake.'

"Lottie, why are you covering my eyes," Phoebe asked as Harry pulled away from me, a smirk on his face and the look of the devil in his eyes.

"Two and a half weeks you're away and we find you snogging the captain of the ship. Why did I expect anything less from the one that craved adventure more than anything else?" I could feel my cheeks brightening as Harry pulled me up and off of the bed.

"What are you lot doing here anyways," I ask, fixing my clothes which were disheveled. Harry reached to re-do the tie on my front while I watched the girls. Lottie's pale blonde hair had been pulled out of her face, making her eyes pop a bit more than they normally would. The twins both had their hair done in braids, their eyes replicating the color of the sky. Of course, Phoebe had two her hair in two tight braids while Daisy had a single loose one. Felicite, hiding behind her older sister, looked pale. Ghost-like even.

"Lou, we need to talk," Lottie said, squeezing Daisy's shoulder as she looked away from me, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Liam had apparently told Harry what she needed to tell me, and it didn't seem good.

"Lou, talk with her. I'll get the rest of you set up in a room," he said squeezing my shoulder slightly before taking the twins and Fizzy back upstairs.

"Lou, Mum's gone," Lottie says quietly, her voice cracking. "You're all we have left," she says, a few tears falling down her rosy pink cheeks. I quickly engulfed her in a tight hug, holding my sister close to me as she cried. And as we stood there holding each other, Lottie falling apart in my arms, something inside of me broke a little.