Louis procured a private room for them to wait until their plane departed. Zayn and Louis were waiting in the quiet room, Zayn laying out on a couch with his head on the arm rest and his legs on Louis' lap, and Louis sat cross-legged under him with his phone clenched in his hands. He hasn't told Zayn that he invited Harry on their vacation yet. Zayn was already wary that Louis insisted on buying the plane tickets and not let him know where they were going, and now he was extra shifty and kept glaring at his phone.

Harry was supposed to text when he got to the airport so Louis could have security bring him here, but the plane was leaving in fourty-five minutes and he hadn't heard from the curly-haired frustration. He kept glancing down at his phone hoping that he'd just missed the text. He probably looked like a crazy person sitting there silently flicking his eyes back and forth between his phone and the wall in front of him. When he realized, he slammed his phone down on the couch beside him, let his head fall back to the couch and closed his eyes. Louis had no clue what was happening to him. Since when did he wait for somone to text him? Since when did he plan week long trips with total strangers? Since when did he think about the way someone's dimple popped out when they chewed on food?

Louis was literally going to jump off a cliff. And it's not like Harry wasn't pushing him right over the edge. Harry was acting like this whole we've only known each other for a few days lets take a holiday in a foreign country together thing was totally normal. He'd agreed easily enough when Louis asked him and then he even seem excited when he found out they both lived in London and would be flying together. Louis wanted to jump through the phone and kiss his face off because he could just see those bright, green eyes light up at the news and his smile so wide and genuine.

buzz, buzz

Louis snatched up his phone and saw what he'd been waiting for:

Here! Where are you? xx

Was the 'xx' really necessary? Like Louis needed an 'xx' right now. 'xx' was going to put him in a coma. He stood up so quickly that Zayn's legs fell off the couch and took him with them.

"What the hell, mate?" Zayn complained.

Louis quickly apologized and went to the door. When he opened it he saw the security that stood at the end of the hall. Louis tried not to run to the guy, but mostly failed. He cleared his throat and the guy turned around. "Ay, I've got another guest coming. Can he get someone to show him where we are?"

The security guy talked into his walkie and confirmed Harry's location with Louis. "He'll be here in a minute."

"Ta," Louis chirped and went back into the room to hopeful calm himself before Harry showed up.

It worked for the most part. Louis was breathing normal and only thought about Harry's giant hands twice in the few minutes it took until there was a knock at the door. But when he heard it he tensed up again. Zayn looked from the door to Louis with quesions all over his face. Then the door swung open gently and Harry came into with a bag over his shoulder and another one in the other hand. His smile was just as Louis remembered from earlier that morning, bright and sorta perfect.

Harry made a pleased noise and left his bags by the door in favor of going to Louis and sitting on his lap. Louis hmph'd under his weight, but instinctly wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. Harry leaned down and kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him. Their lips tangled until Zayn coughed and Louis pulled back. Zayn was looking at Louis, waiting for an explanation.

Louis nodded, "Umm, hey look Harry's here!" Zayn huffed a laugh with no real force and tilted his head, waiting for more. "Oh, guess what? Harry's coming with us to America!"

Harry got off Louis' lap and sat between the two boys. "You didn't tell him?"

Louis shrugged and tried, "I forgot?" but knew he wasn't getting off easy when Harry hit his arm and Zayn scoffed at him.

"Louis can I talk to you over...not here, for a minute?"

Louis flinched but got up and followed Zayn to the far corner of the room.

(I don't want yall to have to look it up so here's the transcript:

Z: "What the hell?"

L: "Don't be mad."

Z: "You promised not to get attached."

L: "I didn't mean to."

Z: "He can't come.")

"Какого черта?"

"Не сердись," Louis pleaded.

Zayn looked over his shoulder to where Harry had gone back to his bags and was bringing them over to where Louis and Zayn's were. "Ты обещал не привязываться," Zayn reminded him.

"Я не имею в виду, чтобы."

"Он не может прийти."

Louis folded him arms over his chest defensively and took a step back. "You can't tell me what to do, Zayn," he whispered sharply.

"I can if it involves my safety and yours," Zayn whispered back just as sharp.

Louis curled his fist in Zayn's shirt and brought his mouth to Zayn's ear, "I've never felt like this. I can't just let him go. Please don't take him away."

Zayn's whole body softened and he brought a hand to the back of Louis' neck to rub soft circles into his hair. "I don't want to. I'm afraid for you, for us. You're seeming to forget who we are, love." He wrapped his other arm around Louis and hugged him close and kept his voice low. "He's a sweet boy, which means he'll get hurt. The moment HQ finds out about him, he's dead."

Louis shook his head on Zayn's shoulder, "They won't."

"They will."

"I won't let them hurt him."

Zayn pulled back with a careful expression, "You're willing to fight for him? You barely know him, but you're willing to die for him?"

Louis looked over his shoulder where Harry was fiddling in his bag, looking for something. He had his tongue between his lips in concentration and his hair was falling over his eyes. Louis looked back at Zayn with clear intentions. "Yeah."

Zayn took a deep breath and shook his head, "Okay, fine. I'd do whatever it takes to keep you safe, but when it comes down to him or you, I'll choose you. I'll give him up without a second thought."

"That won't happen, Zayn."

"It will. And I'm warning you now."

Louis leaned in and gave Zayn a soft kiss, "Thank you."

Zayn kissed his cheek and let him go. Zayn walked back over to where Harry was still pushing things around. "So, Harry, right?" like he didn't know.

Harry's head popped up and he smiled at Zayn, "Yeah, and you're Louis' Zayn."

Zayn's lips turned up at the wording. "Hmm, yeah. Look," Zayn took a serious tone, "When this blows up, I want you to know that I won't have your back. I'm not putting my neck out there for some kid that's grabbed Lou's attention for a week."

Harry looked hurt, but quickly formed his features into a pleasant expression and nodded. "I'm hoping to have his attention much longer than that. And I'm glad that Louis has someone that cares so much about him. I can imagine in your life that's hard to find."

Zayn eyes narrowed, "Hmm," he said again. "We should go. The plane's departing soon."

Harry pulled out a tiny, flimsy something from his bag with an ecstatic face, "Found it!" He stood up and ran to Louis who was still watching from the far wall. Harry took Louis' hand and wrapped a bracelet made from string around his wrist so it partially covered his rope tattoo. He tied it in a triple knot and smiled at his work. "I made it a while back and couldn't find anyone I wanted to give it to."

Louis turned his wrist back and forth, looking at the blue and purple design. It had a gold metal anchor in the middle of the bracelet. Louis looked back up at Harry, who was waiting for Louis' response. "I love it," he intertwined Harry's fingers with his, "The anchor?"

"I've got one on me and you have that rope and I just thought it fit."

Louis' face was beaming now. He pulled Harry forward by his fingers and kissed him. "You're adorable," he whispered against his lips.

"I'm cheesy."

"That too."

There was a knock on the door. The guard came in and told them they were ready for them to board. Harry didn't let go of Louis' hand, so Louis didn't let go either, but he did wrap an arm around Zayn's waist right before they left. Zayn put his arm around Louis' shoulder and kissed his hair. A security person pulled their bags behind them on a cart while the three of them stayed close and waited for the freedom America had to offer.

VOTE AND COMMENT IF YA LIKE IT PRETTY PLEASE?! Xoxo