One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~1

Warning: Sexual content, language

A/N: In this fanfiction, Harry has monophobia, an extreme phobia of being alone, and severe asthma. Just to clear it up so there isn't any confusion down the road!!

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Chapter 1.

~Flashback~

"Harry, I've got to run a few errands for a bit. I'll be back in an hour."

Anne crouched to Harry's level, her bright green eyes-just like his-looking at his smiling face with nervousness.

"Can I trust you to be a good boy while I'm gone?"

Her hands cupped the boy's shoulders as she gazed at his happy, dimpled smile. His springy chestnut curls bounced as he nodded. Sure, he was only a five year old boy, but he rarely misbehaved. Anne's lips curved up in a hesitant smile.

"Well, alright," Her voice wavered dubiously. "Okay. Love you, sweetie. Behave."

Harry stood still until he heard the steady thrumming of him mum's car blur into silence. His wide eyes surveyed the room, stopping on one of his toy trucks lying on its side on the carpet. He walked over to it, grasping it in his small hands and rolling it back and forth along the floor as he puckered his pink lips to produce sound affects. After a while of fiddling with his truck, he became bored. He stood up and aimlessly wandered the house. He was alone. He was alone, and it was scaring him. A sick, panicky feeling rose in his gut like poison ivy climbing garden lattice. His pulse quickened until it felt like a humming-birds' wings were beating in his chest. Harry quickly ducked into the corner of his bedroom and clutched his favorite stuffed animal monkey in his arms. A feeling of terror rushed through his body. His breaths wheezed out in quick pants as he shrunk further into the corner. He wanted someone with him. He needed someone with him. His throat an lungs felt like they were being constricted, and he could barely breathe. He let out a whine as his vision began to blur and his head was so jumbled up that he couldn't even produce a thought. Before he knew it, he wasn't breathing, and everything went black.

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~Present time~

"Harry, take your pills before I force them down." Threatened Louis in his sweet, ringing voice.

Louis thrusted the bottle at Harry's chest, crossing his arms and staring at the boy with a pair of stern bright cerulean eyes. Harry pouted his full, pink lips and frowned at the bottle.

"C'mon, Lou, do I have to? I hate these things." He plead, begging with both his words and his grassy-green eyes.

"Yes. Now take them." He ordered.

Louis' hand raised to brush a curl out of Harry's face, looking him straight in the eye with a softer expression.

"After you take them, we can watch a film and have popcorn or something. All right?"

Harry's signature smirk turned up the corner of his lips as he nodded. Harry raised the pills to his mouth, dropping them on his tongue and swallowing them with a swig of water.

"Good boy." Louis praised, somewhat condescendingly, but Harry chuckled anyways. "You go pick the movie, and I'll get the popcorn."

They parted ways, Harry to the living room and Louis to the kitchen. Harry strolled to the stack of films they kept beside the couch, shuffling through the various selections. His fingers clasped around 'Love Actually'. He knew it was Louis' favorite. Standing up, he slid the disc into the DVD player, scoring to the couch and draping a blanket over his lanky body.

"Here we go," Louis muttered, maneuvering his way into the room without spilling the large bowl overflowing with popcorn.

Harry laughed under his breath as the boy tripped over his own feet, a handful of popcorn spilling on to the carpet. He patted the spot directly beside him on the couch, a smile showing his pearly white teeth and his adorable dimples.

"C'mere, you idiot." He smiled.

Louis' pretty lips pulled into a matching expression as he flopped down on the couch so close to Harry that he was almost on top of him, not bothering to pick up the stray popcorn pieces that were falling out of the bowl. Harry slipped his arm casually around the older boy's back as Louis cuddled up to his side, nestling his head into his shoulder.

"Mmm, 'Love Actually'. You know me well." Louis commented.

"I know." Harry smiled cheekily and mussed Louis' caramel colored hair.

"Hey! Quit it."

The boys, watched the film, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, Harry had fallen asleep, huddled up closely to Louis. For a while, he adored how Harry looked when he slept; his dark curls falling over his milky cheeks, eyes closed and pink lips parted in peaceful, breathy snores. There was no doubt the boy was beautiful, and Louis wasn't ashamed to admit it, even though he was his best mate. He absolutely adored Harry's quirky personality, his over-protective side, his stupid jokes, his bright smile, his laugh, the list could go on for ages. Louis loved everything about the boy, that was why they were best friends. Although, he always had a sick, nagging thought at the back of his mind. Of course, he knew that Harry was an incredibly troubled lad, so he often worried for his health. Harry couldn't stand to be alone, or else he'd go into an insane anxiety attack and throw a complete fit. Then, his asthma would kick in and nearly scare Louis half to death. Over time, he had learned how to cope with the younger boy's issues, by having him use his inhaler and take his special pills every six hours. He had taken Harry to a therapist before, to help with his extreme monophobia. The sessions didn't help at all, though. Harry was practically glued to Louis, and could hardly ever be alone for more than five minutes. Of course, Liam, Zayn, or Niall could stay with him as well, but Harry inwardly preferred Louis. It was somewhat like caring for a baby, but Louis didn't mind. He enjoyed his time with the boy. He smiled to himself as he looked at Harry, enjoying his time with him before their busy day tomorrow. They'd be whisked away to the airport to catch their jet to America, where their tour would officially start. Louis sighed, glimpsing at the clock before deciding to call it a night. He switched of the television and drifted into sleep in Harry's arms.