On the Run

Eight

Zayn had hired a personal pilot to fly him and Vincent over the ocean. Malik didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he didn't want to leave any rock unturned or any ocean unviewed.

Zayn was in the plane hovering over the ocean. He looked down at the ocean from the window. Where could he be, he thought.

"Sir," Zayn heard Vincent say. He turned to his right-hand man.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Vincent asked.

Zayn looked back out the plane window. "Anything," he answered looking down at the ocean. "Look for any sign or evidence pertaining to where Styles could have gone."

Vincent nodded and looked out his window.

"Zayn," the captain of the plane yelled from the cockpit.

Zayn stood from his seat and walked to the cockpit.

"What is it?" Zayn asked as he sat down in the passenger seat of the plane.

"Well," the captain explained, "we have a few more miles to go, but my radar is picking up an island coming up."

A smile grew across Zayn's face. "Take me to it."

*

Louis yawned and stretched in Harry's bed. He sat up and looked around the room for his curly haired boy. Harry wasn't there. He must have left again, Louis thought.

Louis started to feel uneasy. It seemed like every time the two boys were intimate, Harry would quickly make a run for it. Louis sat in the bed as his eyes began to sting.

Suddenly Harry walked into the room-naked-holding a breakfast tray with two breakfast plates. Louis looked at Harry and felt the stinging in his eyes disappear. Harry kicked his door closed and turned back to Louis. He gave Louis a smirk and walked to the bed.

"Good morning," Harry said as he sat down on the bed.

He leaned into Louis as Louis leaned into Harry. Louis smiled and kissed the jade-eyed boy. He placed his hand on Harry's head and began to rub his fingers through his hair. The two boys broke the kiss and put their foreheads together.

"Good morning," Louis said as he gazed into Harry's eyes.

Harry smiled and looked at the breakfast tray that was sitting on his lap. He took one of the plates and handed it to Louis. Louis grabbed the plate and looked down at the delicious breakfast- bacon, buttered toast, sunny-side up eggs, and a delicious cinnamon roll. Louis looked up at Harry who was already staring at the blue-eyed man.

"Looks delicious," Louis said.

Harry chuckled. "I would hope so," he said. "I was up all morning cooking this."

Louis giggled and grabbed his fork. He picked up a piece of his egg and put it in his mouth.

"Harry," Louis said, "this is amazing."

"You're amazing," Harry said.

Louis blushed and continued to eat his breakfast.

*

Liam and Niall were at the police station. Liam was sitting at his desk looking at different maps. Niall was standing next to the desk polishing his gun.

"This doesn't make sense," Liam said.

Niall stopped polishing and looked down at the maps.

"There's nothing on any of these maps that indicate where Styles and Tomlinson could have gone," Liam explained. "So where could they have gone?"