One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~15

Chapter 15.

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[ Louis's POV-3rd Person Omniscient ]

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Louis wasn't expecting Harry to turn into such a monster. Such a drinking, smoking, careless monster. It had been only a short time of his and Eleanor's little charade, and he was already getting a reaction out of Harry. But not the kind he wanted.

The drinking was the horrendous. A stash of alcohol accumulated on the kitchen counter where Harry would grab a full bottle of something-anything-and disappear into his room. In the morning, afternoon, evening, any time of the day, Harry'd be drinking. The smoking wasn't as bad, but it was still awful. He couldn't go a day without using up close to a full pack of cigarettes. But the worst part was the girls he brought home. Almost every night, Harry would come back late at night with a random girl, different every time. He'd take each of them upstairs into his room and do whatever. Louis didn't want to think about it, but it was impossible not to imagine what was going on in Harry's room, seeing as he could hear it all from across the hallway. The moans, the groans, the noises of the bedposts banging against the wall. It was almost unbearable to think about some random girl putting her body all over Harry's and him playing along. Somehow, it made Louis angry.

The other boys had noticed Harry's sudden change, as well, but all of them knew better than to mention it. Of course, they had eventually caught onto Louis and Eleanor's strategy. They definitely weren't happy about it.

The effects it had on Harry were just brutal. He rarely spoke a word to any of the boys -- never to Louis. He was always in his room either drinking, smoking, or with a girl. Sometimes, Harry would cry. Louis would hear his sobs and yells from inside his room, no matter how hard he tried to block them out. It was difficult for Louis -- so hard to listen to until it had gotten to the point where he wasn't sure how much of his heart was left to break. As much as Louis hated him with almost every ounce of his being, the thought of causing Harry that much emotional pain made him disgusted with himself. How could he? That innocent Harry with his big, bright green eyes and his sweet pink lips and his carefree, messy curls and his loving, happy personality... Louis had ruined what used to be that perfect little boy. Guilt coursed through his veins as he realised what he had done. What would the fans think of Harry when their "vacation" ended? The band would be practically doomed. It wasn't a secret that Harry was both the vocal powerhouse and chick magnet of the group, so when he went down, the whole band was going to go down with him. And it wasn't only about the band. Louis wanted to fix Harry and make sure that he was never hurt again. He wanted to fix Harry for his own sake.

"Eleanor, I think we've done enough," Louis said, prying her tight grip from his fingers.

She looked up at him with wide, curious doe-eyes.

"What do you mean, Lou?"

"I mean you can leave now," he said impatiently, opening the door to his room and handing Eleanor her stuffed suitcase.

She frowned at him in disbelief, taking steps backwards and away from Louis.

"What? Why?"

"Have you seen what I've done, El? Have you seen him?" Louis yelled. "Look what has happened, all because of my stupid plan for revenge. He is a wreck, Eleanor, and it's all my fault. So you can go now, I don't need your help anymore," he spat, thrusting her luggage towards her.

Eleanor looked offended and angry, but Louis couldn't really find it in himself to care. Snatching the bag from him, she shot one last glare at him before stomping out of his room and through the front door, slamming it behind her.