In The End {One Direction}

Louis was never ok with Niall's relationship with Marcie. He liked her, but there was nothing to do about it. After an almost-death happening with Niall, Louis finds the chance to escape his problems. Is this chance going to break everyone, or will it help him find his way?


9. So Simple, Yet So Not

Louis' POV


Harry's last reply left me jittery and nervous. I knew I shouldn't have told him but he was the only one besides me who didn't favor Niall's and Marci's relationship. I'm pretty sure it wasn't for the same reason as my, but after that stint, I feel like it is. At this moment.  I was extremely freaked out by now. Just thinking about the situation made my hands clammy and tense. My phone was practically slipping out of my hands. I shoved into my pocket as the flight attendent walked up towards me.


"Hello sir, would you like anything?" she asked perky. She didn't look at me like the other flight attendents though. I guess you can say she was 'friendly', but was showing off way too much cleavage.


"Um, you wouldn't so happen to have Yorkshire Tea do you?" I asked, pretending not to care as my phone vibrated against the arm rest of my seat.


She simply nodded and poured the tea into a foam cup, placing onto the tray table she had pulled out in front of me.


"Will that be anything else sir?"


"No, it's fine. I'm good."


She looked disappointed at the fact that I wouldn't look at her straightly, simply because I knew that if I did, she would try to hit on me.

"You know, you sound and look alot like Louis Tomlinson?" I looked down at my thumbs, my eyes widening.


"Haha, I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult." I said with a slight attitude to hide my shock.


"Didn't mean to upset you sir." she rolled away with her cart to the seat a few rows behind me. I still saw steam coming off my cup of tea and closed my eyes.


"Everything is gonna turn out alright, everything will be fine. Everything will go out as planned." I told myself out loud. I was glad no one was around me, or else they would have thought I was some extremeist trying to plot on taking over the plane but afraid of failing. I took another breathe into my system, my breathing sounding loud and finally picked up my tea. I blew away the steam that was floating about and took a sip of the familiar tasting liquid. The aroma of the tea reminded me of the camping trips the boys and I would go on ever 3 or 4 months when we weren't on tour. The foam cup, failing it's task at keeping heat in, made my fingers feel tingly. I finished the cup in a matter of seconds and began thinking.


Marci's POV


"I'm not going in there," Harry whined as I pushed Harry into the coffee shop. Harry continued on causing friction between him and the floor, using the heels of his shoes, making it a more difficult task for me.


"Zayn, we could really use some help here." Zayn was looking down at his phone, which oddly looked like Harry's, but looked up as I called his name.


"Oh, right sorry guys." He shoved the phone into the back pocket of his pants and walked over to the three of us.He bent down to the ground, and picked Harry up from his feet. He held Harry as if he was being held captive, while Niall was holding the door for us, laughing loudly at the sight of Harry's pouty face. I began follwing behind Zayn and Harry, arms crossed as he walked into the cafe. Harry was facing directly at me, his arms crossed as well. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he did the same. Even without Louis here, we could still act like little kids, and that's exactly how I want it. For Louis' spirit to live within us whenever we were childish or just overall smiley.


When we walked into the cafe, everyone was looking at us like we were insane. Guess since 1D has been on a break for more than a year, no one really recognized the boys, which is a good thing, I guess. Niall found a table for the 4 of us in the far left corner of the shop. At the table, Zayn sat Harry down on the table, his face still in the same position as it was when we walked in. I simply nodded my head as Harry would occasionally release the sound of 'hmph' out of his mouth.


"Aw, is wittle Harwy mad cause he doesn't want to go to the cofwee shop for big pweoplezz?" I said as if I was talking to a miniature puppy.


"No, Harry just doesn't want to be here right now."


"Harry you've been acting like this FOREVER! We miss the old Harry. Come one, please help us order some stuff." I pleaded.


"Fine, but you're paying." he said, hopping off the table, pronouncing the word 'fine' longer than it should have been.  I helped Niall around the store, being sure to avoid people holding hot chocalates and lattes', leaving Zayn to watch the table.



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