One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~12

<3 ~Bell

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Harry didn't know what he was going to do. He could just avoid everyone and everything for the next month, only sneaking out of his room to grab food from the kitchen. Or he could play along with this sick little game and try to get his life back. The second option sounded appalling. He didn't even have a life to get back, anyways. All he had left was a hell of a mess and a broken heart. It wasn't supposed to be this difficult for him. Harry had expected it to hit Louis the hardest, not himself. To him, his life was beyond awful. Life just sucked.

Harry could tell that over time, he had been gradually loosing his grip on the edge of normal, slipping into the endless black hole of depression. Nothing made him happy, nothing pleased him. Everything was just a complete drag. He was too tired, too careless, to do anything. He was a sponge, absorbing every single bit of pain that found him. It felt almost like there was a slow, dull fire burning in his heart, and with every passing second, little bits of it turned to ash.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Harry shifted in his position in his bed to face the large, French doors that made the entrance to his balcony. They were wide open, a steady, cool wind gushing through the opening. Harry looked out at the afternoon sky. It was a light blue, but it was getting darker. A few white clouds were hidden behind colourful, blooming trees which hosted singing birds, the sea sparkling blue in the sunlight. Boring. Ugly. He didn't really care at all. The depression was wrapping him in a heavy, dark blanket, and he couldn't see anything, think anything, or feel anything but his pain.

Harry's door creaked open, and he didn't even bother look over at his pursuer.

"Harry?" Liam called, a hint of caution in his voice.

"What?" Harry snapped, turning over finally to glare at the big, brown eyed boy.

Liam flinched and stood nervously by the door, his hands lodged deeply into his pockets. Harry didn't care if Liam didn't like how he was acting. In fact, he hoped he would scare him away.

"Well, the thing is, Niall, Zayn and I have been thinking," Liam started off. Harry already knew he wasn't going to like this.

"And we think that as a band, we should, you know, spend some time together. Like we used to."

The band? As in Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis, the band? No, of course not. They can't be that stupid, going and taking both Louis and Harry and expecting them to spend time together.

"You're kidding, right?" Harry asked, his tone clipped with annoyance.

Some look of panic or worry flickered across Liam's facial features before he recomposed himself and answered.

"We thought that..." Liam said, looking doubtful. He seemed to reconsider this, reading Harry's mind. "We've already all agreed to do this, Harry, so just play along, will you?"

Before Harry could protest, Liam continued.

"And no is not an option."

Harry was fuming.

"You fucking-"

"Be downstairs in five minutes," Liam called before exiting his room and shutting his door behind him.

Harry was going to go mad. What had it been, two hours since their fight, and the other boys were were expecting them to go and have a high-ho time with each other?