Broken Promises

Chapter 18

Louis POV

"You can stop looking, mate. She's not coming".

I had been looking at the entrance to our tour bus for the past 30 minutes.

"I know. I just....was hoping she would".

"Sorry, Louis", Ana said, "she nowhere near the States right now. Don't take it personal. She really is trying to make sure her dad is okay. She would've come".

I patted Ana on the shoulder.

"Let's be honest, Ana. Father or not, she wasn't going to come".

I shrugged and turned my back on the door. Basically the same thing that Mikayla was doing to us.

"I have to stay here and take care of Mikayla's flat while she's gone. But, I hate being by myself. Are you ever going to come back?", Ana asked Zayn.

"Of course", he told her, "it might be a while, though. We have a lot of shows to do. You take care of Mikayla while we're gone. Someone needs to".

"And, just what is that supposed to mean?"

I stood up and glared at Zayn.

"Do you think that I can't take care of Mikayla myself? Do you think that I'm abandoning her?"

"Louis, what are you talking about? I didn't say that".

"No, but you implied it. I can hear it in your voice. Everyone in here is thinking it".

All of the boys looked at me.

"You think it's my fault that Mikayla left? Of course you do".

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up.

"The only person that thinks that is you. We know that Mikayla loved you. We also know that she still does. She left because her father needed her. This wasn't an escape from you. And, it looks like you two needed the break anyway. The only person that doesn't believe in you and Mikayla is you and Mikayla".

Ana kissed Zayn goodbye and got off the bus. As the tour bus doors closed, I wondered if Harry was right.

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Over the next few days, I didn't say much. My performance didn't change. I always did well at the shows. But, as soon as we walked out of the arena, I just shut down. The boys couldn't get through to me anymore. I was just sick of everyone asking me what was wrong. The better question is what's right? Mikayla won't return my phone calls. She won't even send me so much as a text. Nothing to let me know that she was okay. I finally resorted to calling her mum. She was very kind, but I knew she was lying when she said she didn't know where Mikayla was. I didn't push her, though. I settled for her mum reassuring me that Mikayla was okay, and she would return. She didn't say that she would return soon, just that she would return. We still had another 2 months on tour, so it looked like I wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon.

"How are you doing?"

Niall came in my hotel room and sat beside me.

"My girlfriend, or should I say ex, won't return my phone calls, and I'm pretty sure all of my bandmates hate me".

"We don't hate you", Niall said, "you're pissing us off, but we don't hate you".

"I'm sorry".

"We understand. We know that Mikayla meant a lot to you. We all love her, and it's obvious that you still do. But, this...is not going to bring her back. All this pouting and closing yourself off. This is not the man that she's going to come back to".