One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~2

Chapter 2.

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"You're like a spider monkey," Harry chuckled, staring bemusedly down at Louis.

He clung to the younger boys arm as if it was a life-line; and to him it was, as they shuffled through the massive crowd of people in the airport. It was a bit ironic that Louis was clutched to Harry, as the younger boy was the one with monophobia. Louis silently thanked the security crew for shielding the boys from the hysterical and potentially violent fans. He absolutely loved the fans, but sometimes they did get a bit scary.

"You can let go now, Lou, were on the plane."

Harry pried his friend off of his arm and pinched his cheek, earning himself a cerulean glare. A couple of fancy looking stewards whisked their luggage away to who-knows-where, leaving the boys to wander the jet freely.

"I'm going to find something to eat," Niall announced in a thick Irish accent. Typical Niall.

"I'm tired." Zayn mumbled, flopping into a couch-like booth and instantly falling asleep. Typical Zayn.

Liam sagged into the spot beside Zayn, draping his arm over the sleeping boy and fiddling with his phone. Typical Liam. Louis and Harry exchanged a glance, trying to mask their smiles.

"So," Harry plopped in a booth behind Liam and Zayn's. "I guess it's just you and I."

Louis followed suit, sliding in the spot across from Harry, leaning across the table.

"I guess it is, isn't it?" A smirk turned up the corner of his pink lips.

Louis gazed across the table, his eyes on Harry's face. He tried to still the strange tickle in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the boy, sitting across from him like an angel. Harry looked... Beautiful. His perfectly messy chocolate curls styled elaborately around his milky cheeks and deliciously pink lips which were curved into his adorable smile, his stunning emerald green eyes pulling Louis into an almost hypnotic state. He quickly shoved that wrong, sick feeling out of his body and looked away before it would seem like he was staring. He looked up to see Harry typing away on his phone, his long fingers moving swiftly across the screen. Louis dug his own phone out of his pocket, logging onto twitter and scrolling through his latest feed, replying to a few fans and commenting on how excited the boys were to start their new tour.

'@Harry_Styles Get off your damn phone and start a conversation with me'

Harry clicked on a new twitter notification from Louis, a smile brewing on his lips as he typed him a reply.

'@Louis_Tomlinson Only if you admit that you secretly think I'm sexy'

Harry looked up to see Louis' cheeks flash bright pink before he began tapping away on his phone with a sly smile pasted on his face. He laughed at his reaction.

'@Harry_Styles Its no secret, babe. ;)'

Now it was Harry's checks that were flushed. He looked up at Louis with a pretend glare on his features.

"Shut up."

He stood up, a smirk on his lips that Louis had come to love. Harry stepped over to Louis' seat, hauling him off his bum and over his shoulder, easily carrying the flailing boy to the couch in front of the television and tossing him on the sofa like a rag doll.

"We're watching a movie." Harry stated, picking a random DVD out of the neat stack.

"Well, just asking would've been nice," Louis sassed, his smile ruining his sassy persona.

Harry slid the disc in the slot on the tv, flopping beside Louis and slinking his arm around his body, scooting the smaller boy closer to him. Louis pressed into Harry's side, peering at the screen. To any bystander, this position was anything but but a friendly gesture. But to these two boys, it was just two mates watching a film. Normal. Usually, Louis would think it was a bit awkward, but it was Harry, his closest friend, and he enjoyed it.

Most of One Direction's fans believed that Harry and Louis were together, as in that they were a couple. They called it 'Larry Stylinson'. Louis and Harry of course weren't a couple, but because all of the fans thought so, Modest tacked a girlfriend on Louis as a cover-up. There wasn't anything to cover except the strong bond of two best mates, though. Or was there...? Sometimes, Louis thought their 'friendly' gestures were actually a bit romantic, or flirty. Like the subtle brushes of their hands, or the meaningful, lingering stares. Louis couldn't lie, Harry was possibly the most stunning human being he had ever seen. His soft, dark curls, deliciously pink lips, delicate completion and most of all his beautiful, bright emerald eyes that melted him strait though his core. He knew it was wrong to think of Harry that way, but he made it impossible not to when he flashed his incredible smile at Louis. He quickly snuck a glance up at Harry, surprised when he found that his green gaze was already on Louis. They held eye contact for a moment, before Louis couldn't stand it and looked away. He couldn't figure out what emotion was passing between them, but he knew it was something.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Louis. His high cheekbones, smooth tan skin, thin lips, shiny caramel hair and big, bright blue eyes captivated him. Of course, it was wrong to look at his best mate that way, but it wasn't his fault Louis was beautiful. He looked so cute and small lying against Harry's tall, lanky body. Part of him was jealous of Louis' "girlfriend" -if you could call her that-because she got to spend tons of time with him. Louis was his best friend, and they were always being separated so he could be forced to be all lovey-dovey with Eleanor. Part of him-well actually all of him- wanted to snatch his Louis away from her. But he wasn't allowed to. It wasn't like him and Louis were found anything even remotely romantic... Not in public, at least. Harry was at times overly protective of Louis. He found himself getting jealous of anyone who was being friendly with him. Harry hated being apart from Louis. His monophobia definitely did not help. Louis was like his anchor; the only thing that kept him grounded. Whenever he wasn't with Louis, he felt lonely. He was comforting for Harry. Even Louis felt strangely wrong when the curly haired boy wasn't by his side. It was obvious that the two shared a strong bond.

Harry an Louis had fallen asleep on the couch before the movie had even ended, tangled loosely in each others arms. Liam crept down the isle, snapping a photo of the two on his phone and posting it to twitter.

'Aww look at these two :) can't wait to start tour in America!'

He tweeted, hitting send and smiling at the two boys on the couch. Strolling back to his booth, he slid next to Niall and across from Zayn. The blond Irish boy was chowing down mounds of food and playing FIFA on his cell phone, as usual. Zayn was staring out the window sleepily, his eyelids dropping open and closed slowly as he struggled to stay awake.

"We will be landing in less than ten minutes," Announced the captain into the speaker.

Louis and Harry came stumbling down the isle, giggly and and smiling like the idiots they were, sagging into the now-cramped booth next to their band mates. Liam smiled at his four best mates and patted Niall's back.

"Here we come, America."