Sand In Your Shoes ( A Larry Stylinson AU ) boyxboy

Chapter 6 - Forgive me

The sound of Harry's footsteps was covered by the chat of hundreds of strangers talking in different languages around him. He was finally at the airport where he would take his plane and get back...somewhere. He didn't exactly have a home and didn't really know yet if he would do as he decided earlier or listen to Zayn. A day after his argument with Louis, a plane and a helicopter landed on the island where they had been stuck for what seemed to be months. In fact, the authorities informed them that they'd been there for three weeks on a stranded island in the middle of the Celtic Sea. After health check-outs for each passenger ; to make sure they didn't get any type of exotic diseases, they were brought to the nearest airport and had a free ticket to wherever they were heading. The saviors also congratulated them for their autonomy and their ability to survive as a group. Harry wanted to be proud of himself to have gone through such a big and unusual experience but he couldn't. He wasn't proud of himself. Even with the pressure and insisting looks of Zayn, he didn't go talk to Louis. He knew that he was being stupid and avoiding Louis like that wouldn't get them anywhere. But he was scared.

He was scared that Louis would reject him for good and to have no hope of having him back ever again. So, following his sudden overflow of stupidness, he decided to try and forget about Louis and go to Paris like he planned. As a matter of fact, he was sitting near the gate of the next plane heading to Paris. He had phoned Aiden and explained to him the situation , his friend laughed a good hour at his clumsiness but that laugh faded away suddenly when Harry shared the story of his argument with Louis and how he hated himself now. Aiden begged him to go and find Louis and not come to Paris but Harry ignored his words intentionally. He really wanted to let his barriers down and just go find Louis and spill out all his feelings to him , but he couldn't. He didn't know but he couldn't manage to let himself go , get attached to someone, trust them and be a complete open-book with them. He thought that maybe Louis could be the new step to opening up his cocoon of secrets. But , of course, he had to ruin it all with the only person he could have trusted. He sighed , rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

"I'm such an idiot." 

"Indeed, you are." 

His head snapped around , allowing him to glance over his shoulder to where the voice spoke out.

He recognized the low cut jeans falling down the boy's waist and the black leather jacket worn over a white t-shirt , a stylish quiff was finishing the whole appearance of 'the mysterious bad boy' that his friend loved to portray.

"Oh Zayn, um, hi. Nice seeing you here."

Zayn moved and was now standing in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest ,his clutches were hanging at each side of him and a straight line of disappointment was stretching his lips.

He skipped the exchange of pleasantries and inquired him with a strict look. 

"Would you care to explain what the hell are you doing here?" 

Harry glanced at him like a scared mouse in front of the house's cat.

"Um, waiting for my..plane?" his voice spoke out more as a high -pitched squeal rather than his usual deep tone. 

Yeah, he totally wasn't nervous.

"Your plane going to Paris?" 

The curly head of hair gulped.

"My plane going to Paris."

Zayn rolled his eyes and ordered.

"You. You are coming with me." 

"No, I'm n- Ow!" Harry cried out in pain. 

Zayn had pinched Harry's ear with his thumb and his index finger and was now dragging him firmly by his ear.