One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~10

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~Bell

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[Zayn's POV]

"Niall, you idiot. She had kids!" Zayn laughed as me, Niall and Liam bust through the door.

"Ey, she was hot. Can't blame a man for tryin'," Niall said, setting his leftover boxes from lunch in the fridge.

"You naughty little boy." Liam smiled at Niall, pinching his cheeks.

Niall swatted his hand away playfully.

The three boys had just gotten home from exploring the island. They'd been out for at least four hours, and they had practically shopped in every shop, walked along every beach, and eaten at every restaurant. The island was small, but packed with things to do.

When they left, they weren't so sure that it was a good idea to leave Harry and Louis home by themselves. Liam and Zayn feared that when they can home, they would've found the house in total chaos. But Niall's adventurous personality somehow convinced them that everything was going to be just fine, so they went. Now that they were back, the silence of the house seemed to be proving them wrong.

"We should go check on the lads," Liam whispered, "God knows what happened while we were gone."

The other two nodded in agreement, and they all went searching for the boys in different places of the house. Niall was looking on the main floor, Liam in the basement, and Zayn upstairs. He wasn't sure why, but Zayn felt a bit nervous as he ascended the stairs quietly. There was no telling what he would find.

Zayn tried his best to act casual and cool as he strolled down the hallway, making his way to the end of the corridor, where Louis and Harry's rooms were. Slowly propping open a door, Zayn peered inside with caution. Judging by the neatness of the room, he guessed it was Harry's. His eyes nervously shifted over to the bed, where a pile of white sheets were mounded in the middle. He carefully stepped through the doorway an beside the bed, lifting the sheets. Harry was asleep under the blankets, his hair a mess and his mouth open as he breathed quietly. Zayn sighed in relief, glad that he didn't find anything that h didn't want to see.

Suddenly, Harry's eyes snapped open, causing Zayn to jump back a step. Harry glared at Zayn, sitting up on his elbows. His eyes seemed kind of bloodshot, and his lips seemed redder than usual. Had he been crying?

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry said, his voice thick and scratchy.

"Sorry, I just came looking for you, since the house looked kind of empty, so..." Zayn explained.

Harry's gaze hardened.

"Did you think something happened to me?" He asked. Something made Zayn think that this was a trick question.

"Yeah."

The corner of Harry's lip pulled up in a sinister smile. Zayn was actually kind of scared of him, now. What the hell was going on?

"Were you crying, Harry?"

Harry's smirk vanished, and Zayn thought that he saw a flash of hurt show in his eyes.

"Get out." Harry ordered sharply.

"Sorry," Zayn mumbled before quickly exiting Harry's bedroom.

What was that?

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[Louis's POV]

Louis was in his bedroom, still sitting against the wall, curled up in the fetal position. The tears had stopped, but his mind hadn't. He was planning. Planning what he was going to do for the next, what was it, thirty days? Maybe he could sneak out of his bedroom and take all of the water bottles so he could live in his room for the remainder of this spectacular vacation. Or maybe he could just call him mum to come get him? Oh, right, he was on a fucking 'remote Norwegian island' and no one knew where he was. So option one would have to do.

But other than his survival plan, Louis was thinking about something else. He didn't want to think about it, but somehow the thought had appeared in his mind with no plans of leaving. It was Harry. Despite Louis's efforts, that fucking gorgeous, curly haired, green eyed, heartbreaking bastard would not get out of his head. It was frustrating, really, that he just wouldn't go away. Even though Harry was across the hall and behind closed doors, Louis still felt his presence as heavy as a weight in his heart. He hated it. He hoped that Harry was in his room crying because of what he had done. If Harry was sorry, then good. He deserved to be.

And Louis didn't even care.