Back to You

Louis stared up at the ceiling, his mind blank. He was squished between two girls he had known since he was 10 and that he had fucked since they were all 16.

"Lou, how long will you stay?" Sophia asked, tracing circles on his chest lightly with her slim finger. She rested her head on her hand, staring up at the handsome man with her dark brown eyes. He brushed her chocolate colored hair away from her face and chuckled.

"Not long. I have to get home."

'To Harry.'

"You never come to Spain anymore, Lou, we miss you," Isabelle said smoothly from his right, climbing to straddle his waist. He reached up to grab her waist while her sister began to kiss his neck.

"I'll be coming a lot more now that I took over Ivan's cartel." Isabelle began to circle her hips, reaching down to press a kiss against his lips.

"Finally killed him?" Sophia asked, rolling over to get out of the bed the three were in. Louis watched her naked body as she walked to the other side of the room. She grabbed a joint, lighting it up.

"Yeah, it was time. He was getting too corrupted." Louis chuckled, knowing the irony of that statement. He's the most corrupt person to exist.

"How's Zayn? We haven't seen much of him either." Louis shrugged, skimming his lips against Isabelle's neck, sucking marks into her tan skin every now and then.

"He's not too fond of you two. Besides, he's got his eye on someone and it's irritating." Sophia walked over to him, turning his head by his chin and placed the joint between his lips, letting him take a hit before she gave it to her sister.

"Oh, and who would that be? Never took him for the settling down type of guy." Louis tightened his grip on the girl's waist, forcing her to grind down harshly onto him.

"My boyfriend," Louis muttered. The girl's eyes both widened in shock.

"Your what?" Isabelle sputtered, her eyes glaring with anger. She didn't stop her movements, only moving with more purpose.

"You? You of all people have a boyfriend? You can't be serious," Sophia spat out. No matter how much the twins tried to hide their love for Louis, he was always aware of it. Always aware of the burning jealousy that was in the core of their hearts.

"And why, exactly, is that? Why can't I be serious about something that is true?" He snipped, biting harshly on Isabelle's shoulder causing her to let out a whimper.

"You've never been serious about anyone. It was only ever one night stands and fuck buddies for you and now you tell us that you suddenly settled down? And with a boy no less." Isabelle giggled, pressing their bodies together.

"You can't honestly think that it'll last long. With what you do and how many times you've cheated on him alone in the past few hours, it would take an idiot to stay with someone like you," Sophia snickered in amusement. Neither one of the twins noticed the anger his eyes held. Neither noticed until he grabbed their chins harshly, causing them to wince. Even something like that, they tend to do it in unison.

"You two should both know your places by now. You both agreed to this being no strings attached and quite honestly, I'm getting very annoyed with you're stupid, unwarranted jealousy. I'm already very pissed with Zayn so don't fucking push your luck," Louis growled, pushing them both onto the floor. He ignored their pained cries as he stood up, letting the blanket fall from his naked body.

"Both of you, on your knees."

******

Zayn truly couldn't believe Louis. After everything he's done to Harry, can't he at least not try to contact diseases from those sluts?

He walked into the garden, looking at all the beautiful flowers and the light blue sky.

Everything was so beautiful.

Zayn groaned in annoyance as his phone began to ring, disturbing the peaceful silent he had. He looked down and saw that it was Gemma.

"Hello?"

"Z-Zayn?" Gemma slurred, giggling seconds after. It didn't really take long for Zayn's mind to click what the situation was and to be frank, he didn't know how to deal with it at the moment.

"Gemma, are you okay?"

"Yep! My f-friends forced me to go out to try and distract me! I drank a shit ton!" She laughed and Zayn began to hate Louis more and more by the second. Not only is he destroying Harry, but Gemma is slowly falling to pieces. Trying to keep up with work, school, keeping her parents together and sane, and not to mention trying to find Harry at the same time. All of that was killing her slowly.

And he had to pretend that he knew nothing while he watched herself fall apart.

"Gemma, you need to go to bed. You'll be hungover. Your parents need you right now," Zayn said softly, frowning when he heard sniffles coming from the other end of the call.

"W-What 'bout me? Why do I need to be the one everyone leans on?! Why don't I have anyone to help me!" Gemma sobbed and Zayn felt his heart tightening. He hated being apart of hurting two beautiful, kind humans. Both were slowly losing themselves and Zayn could do nothing but watch as the storm wrecked everything.

"Gemma, calm down—"

"No! W-Where is he?! I-I need my baby brother back! He was the only one who was there for me and I was the only one there for him! He needs me Zayn! I need him! He's my best friend and he's probably off dead in a ditch!" Gemma cried harshly. Zayn sighed.

"He's not dead Gemma, you have to believe that. Go to bed, I'll be home soon and I'll come to see you as soon as I can. Okay?" Gemma sniffled but calmed down after a few moments. The line was silent before Zayn heard her release a sigh.

"Okay. Goodnight," she muttered before the line went dead. Zayn put his phone in his pocket.

"She's bipolar when she drinks, I swear." He bit his lip, wanting desperately to talk to Harry.

He needed to make sure he was okay. Hear the sound of his calming voice telling him that he was back at the house and safe.

For Gemma.

Zayn pulled his phone back out and dialed George's number. He looked up at the blue sky and sighed, sitting down in the middle of the garden.

"'Ello?" George muttered sleepily into the phone.

"Hey, George, how are you?" George chuckled in disbelief.

"I'm fine, but you never call to see how any of us are doing. Why did you really call?" Zayn chuckled.

"I need to speak to Harry." The line was quiet. Then George spoke.

"Didn't you know? I haven't been to the house since our last phone call." Zayn's heart dropped into his stomach and his lungs lost the ability to breathe. He could feel his anxiety and adrenaline skyrocket as those words were muttered in his hear.

"W-What?"

"Niall told me to go home. No one's been there except for those two." Zayn hung up immediately and dialed Louis' number.

"What the fuck do you want, I'm busy!"

"Niall sent George home the day we left. He's had Harry to himself for the past five days." It was silent on the other line for a few seconds.

"Get to the airport, we're leaving in thirty."

******

Louis and Zayn were sat on their private plan, no one saying a word. They had taken off a few minutes ago, and the tension was thick. Louis was calm and collected on the outside while Zayn couldn't sit still.

"Zayn, chill the fuck out. Your moving isn't fucking helping," Louis snapped. Zayn glared.

"I don't understand how your so fucking calm."

"I know that I can't do anything right now so there's no reason to stress out about it. For all we know, Niall could have left." Zayn let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Are we talking about the same person? There's no way he would have. Not with someone like Harry at his disposal to do whatever he wanted—" Louis' phone went off, indicating that he got a text. He looked to see that it was Niall and he sent him pictures.

Louis opened it and his face hardened.

They were pictures of Harry, cuts and marks and bruises appearing more and more in each picture. Pictures of his naked body with dirt, blood, and dried cum all over his precious skin. He seemed to have lost weight again and his cheekbones were more predominant than the day Louis left.

And under all those, Niall wrote a message.

'He tasted great.'

"I'm coming back to you, baby. I promise," Louis muttered, staring down at those three words obsessively.

Things would get interesting when they arrive back in England.

Very. Interesting.