After leading the boys to their rooms, Louis and Harry went to the little attic knowing Master was asleep already.
"So," Louis began to say, sitting on a dusty old rocking chair. "What are we going to do? What's the plan?"
"I don't know." Harry said with a sigh. "Apparently the boys don't even know why they're here."
Louis’ eyes widened.
"What makes you say that?" He asked.
"Well, you see..." Harry blushed at the thought of Zayn.
"Harry, drooling isn't very attractive to guys." Louis teased.
"Like you're one to speak, little mister 'blush every time Niall speaks to me'." Harry teased right back. Both boys began to giggle a bit. After they took a few breaths, they smiled in silence.
"You know," Harry broke the silence first with his soft but raspy voice. "I haven't felt this way about anyone since before I came to this mansion." His jade green eyes began to sparkle in the moonlight as a few stray tears escaped and made their way down his cheeks.
"I know exactly what you mean." Louis replied, wiping away the tears that were now forming in his own eyes."We should probably go back to thinking of a way to save them, shouldn't we?" Harry said.
"Yeah," Louis replied taking in a deep breath. "You were saying something about the boys not knowing why they're here?"
They gathered closer together, afraid of anyone listening.
"Earlier, Zayn pulled me aside and asked me what was, in his exact words I mind you, the real reason why they were here." Harry said, slightly whispering.
"The real reason why they're here?" Louis repeated, as if he couldn't believe it himself.
"Yes, his words exactly." Louis could see hope in Harry's eyes.
"Looks like these boys aren't as oblivious to things as we thought they were. Which means they should be able to pick up on the couple of hints I had left." Louis said mischievously.
"Hints?" Harry questioned.
"Hidden messages if you will, and only a couple. I couldn't think of much, but I'm hoping they're smart enough to understand them." Louis said, only showing the slightest doubt in her voice.
"Well, what kind of hints? I need to know too, don't I?"
"While the boys were in their little meeting with Master, and while you were sweeping the corridor, I went into master's library and pulled out a book that talks about what people's names mean." Louis started.
"Yes, yes, go on." Harry urged with curiosity.
"I placed it on one of the beds, along with a little knitted doll. Since I couldn't just leave one doll in one bed, I had to put a little doll on each of their beds." Louis sighed sadly. "Thinking back to it though, I highly doubt that those hints are going to do."
"Well, Zayn mentioned that he wanted to continue our conversation later. Do you think he means around this time?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure. I never understood what boys meant when they spoke back in the good old days, how should I know what they mean now a days?" Louis said, letting out another sigh.
"Well, I better check. Last thing we want is for Zayn to be wandering around the manor alone." Harry replied.
"Yes, we don't want him to break anything else now, do we?" Louis teased him again which made both of them giggle.
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Still Dolls
Short Story❝What Master calls his "guests" should really be called his victims.❞ Cover by @KailaGoose
