Matching Rings [h.s]

24

My demand at the five boys to call the police did nothing but make them stand there and stare at me. They all had a very confused and concerned look on their faces.

My phone was still up to my ear, ringing into my eardrum— waiting for Maya to pick up the phone. A part of me knew she wasn't going to.

My eyes were now flooded with tears, heart practically pumping out of my chest. My brain couldn't seem to focus on one thing, it was jumping through every single possibility I could think of. I was praying this was all a big joke, but my gut was telling me it wasn't.

The ringing continues as I call Maya's phone, the rest of the room completely quiet.

Harry was directly in front of me as I paced back and fourth, he stood tall with both his hands to his side. Once I began to walk back his way, he grabbed onto my wrist before I could turn around again.

"Baylin, what are you on about?" Harry mutters as he flips me to face him.

"M-Maya.. s-she's she hasn't-... she n-never.." I couldn't seem to form a proper sentence. My breathing got extremely heavy. "The l-letter isn't-"

Harry stares deeply into my eyes, yet my eyes were unable to fixate on one thing. Through the blurry vision of my tears my eyes bounced through each boy and around the room.

"Shh shhh, calm down." Harry bends down a bit to meet my height, and his hands move up to hold my head still so that I would only look at him. Since his hands were forcing my head to face him I had no choice but to look into his eyes. The deep green pulling me to calm down, but it didn't work as much as I expected it too. "Take a deep breath."

I obey and shut my eyes and take a long and unstable breath in, feeling the cool air travel down into my lunges, then blow out my mouth slowly. 

"Okay, now tell me what's wrong." Harry said calmly as he whipped away a tear with his thumb.

"W-we're so f-fucking stupid." I spit out.

Harry stands up straight but keeps his hold on my head— making me have to look up at him. His eyebrows furrow causing a line to form between his eyebrows. "Why?"

"T-the letter..." I start. I take my eyes off Harry and focus then on Zayn behind him, who had the letter still in his hands. "It's not about me."

Harry takes one hand off my face and reaches it out behind him without looking, he makes the 'grabby' motion by closing and opening his hand. Zayn then gets the gesture and places the paper into Harry's hand. He removes the other hand from my face and holds the paper in front of him with both hands to read it over again.

"You think it's supposed to be about Maya?" Liam murmurs from somewhere behind Harry. "If the letter is about Maya then who's the 'new friend', that wouldn't make any sense."

"Evan." Harry and I answer at the same time, since we both remember hearing Evan and Maya in her room that one day.

Harry's eyes are still going through the note. I assume he gets to the end and he speaks, "or it could be Louis, since they..." He looked up and glanced at Zayn, who was standing next to Liam with red cheeks. "Never mind."

I notice Louis and Evan exchange a short glance.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?" Evan murmurs. "What letter?"