Broken Promises

Chapter 3

Louis POV

Mikayla had to move within the week. So, most of our time consisted of us packing up her clothes and shipping them off to her new flat in California. Some of her clothes were still here, but it was only a few. I understood it was for a year, but it was like she was leaving forever. We were packing up a box of her shoes early one morning. I was watching her as she taped it up. Every once in a while, she would push the falling strands of hair back into her bandana. I had gotten better with her whole moving thing, but I still wasn't happy with it. I put on a smile for her, but deep down, I was dying. The boys were outside packing boxes for us to take the airport. Ana was in our room deciding which shoes Mikayla should leave behind. She said it was for the purpose of when she came back to the UK, but I knew she planned on wearing them. Mikayla walked in our kitchen and began washing something. I walked and stood behind her. She giggled as I wrapped my hands around her waist.

"And, what are you doing?", she asked.

"Nothing", I responded, pulling her closer.

"Lou, we don't have time. We have to finish packing".

I shook my head and buried my face in her neck.

"I'm not trying to do anything. Just stand here with me for a second".

"But, we have to-".

"Mikayla. Baby, please just stand here with me for a minute. Okay? We don't have to do anything. Just stand here with me..just like this. Then, you can go back to doing what you were doing".

I felt her nod.

"Okay. Okay, I will".

We stood there in silence, my arms wrapped around her waist. Her head was leaned back onto my shoulder, and she intertwined our fingers. It's like I was holding on to the little piece of sanity that I had left. I said it was only for a minute, but I had no intention of letting her go.

"Hey, do you-".

Harry cut off when he saw us.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No", I told him, "we were just finishing up".

I turned us around towards Harry, but didn't let go of her waist.

"Are you sure?", he asked, "it seems like I just walked in on a really intimate moment".

"We're fine, mate. Mikayla was just going to finish up with her shoes".

"Um, yeah", she said, resurfacing, "I was just leaving".

She moved forward, then realized that my hands were still on her.

"Umm, babe. You have to let me go. I have to finish packing".

"Oh, yeah", I cleared my throat, "sorry".

"It's fine. I should be done soon".

She leaned up to quickly kiss me, then left the room.

"What was that all about?", Harry asked.

"Nothing".

"Lou, I know when you're hurt, and I know when you're lying. Right now, you're both".

"Harry, I'm fine. She and I just had a little moment. Okay? Let it go".

I patted him on the back before joining Mikayla in the other room. She had finishing taping up the previous box and was working on another one.

"Excuse me?", I said.

Ana and the rest of the boys had made their way back into the room.

"What?", Mikayla asked.

"What is this?" I reached into one of the boxes and held up the flowy material.