your touch my comfort

Chapter 5

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❝ Please tell me
I'm not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel. ❞

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Louis' POV

I've lost count on how many times I mentally rolled my eyes at Niall's innocence, I get that he's overwhelmed over my family's richness, but, gee, it's annoying that he's very vocal about it, Harry on the other hand was doing good with hiding his awe, I'm trying to show off to get a 'wow you really are rich' or just a simple 'wow' from him, but all I've got was his shy smiles and his constant glances throughout our ride. If I didn't need Harry I would never invite someone so average like them in our vacation house in Southampton. I don't know what I will do to if ever they feel out of place during the party that I'll be throwing on Monday.

Why do I have to pick Harry Edward Styles in the first place? If I can pick anyone from my long list of admirers both boys and girls most were rich too. Where the hell is that idea hiding when I'm plotting my plan? I internally groaned realizing that it's too late; I've already executed my plan. I glanced at Harry to find him staring out in his window while Niall is gripping the handle above his head way too tight and muttering something I can't hear over the noise the chopper is producing, while Zayn is asleep, as usual.

"We are here" I announced as soon as the chopper lands on the sand of the beach.

Harry shook Zayn gently while Niall is thanking the heavens above for our safe flight. I can't help but chuckle, damn this Irish one is really something.

Harry gets his backpack and I quickly snatched his duffel bag, it's light and I just really wanted to help besides I'm not carrying anything except myself and my phone.

I got out first watching as Harry's long legs wobble when his feet touched the sand then followed by Zayn who got out smoothly because he's used to this but then there's Niall who struggles with his life and carrying his backpack as he steps out of the chopper, He's still dizzy because he trips on his own feet and fell on the sand, face first.

Harry, Zayn and I laughed at Niall's misfortune and doesn't bother helping him up.

"Are you okay, man?" Zayn asked as soon as he recovers, but then he laughs again when Niall starts dusting himself off aggressively. Harry is shaking his head at his friend's clumsiness but he's smiling, fuck, his smile is so contagious that I find myself smiling at him then I immediately turned my head back to Niall.

"You alright?" I ask, he gives me a thumbs up.

"Okay C'mon we'll enter the back door" I fumble for the keys on my pocket and starts walking towards the mansion that is our vacation house.

"It's huge" Harry says in his husky voice. Wait 'till you see my dick, I thought.

Niall is surprisingly quiet and hasn't made any comment about how huge the back of our house is and I'm quite thankful that he's not gushing over it.

Harry's POV

I was gaping at Louis' so called vacation house, gosh when he says vacation house I thought that it was just a small yet fancy cottage, not a mansion in the middle of the beach, Louis unlocks the door and we all enter inside in the narrow hallway.

"This is the kitchen" Louis says and my mouth hangs open at the sparkly marble countertop, there's like four fridge against the wall two are see through and were full with different alcoholic beverages, He's kitchen is much fancier and larger than my entire flat.

"Should I tour you around?" Louis asks

"Can I take a nap? My head is pounding" Niall says to Louis and I wanted to slap the back of his head for interrupting my possible bonding time with Louis.