Worries
-Louis-
"Hey babe. When does your tour end? I can't wait to see you again. Love you xx"
"Taking Ashley out to dinner. Don't expect us anytime soon. ;)"
"Taking Ashley out to my favorite place. You know the one. How's the storm warning?"
"Louis, I need your help. The storm's getting really bad out here. Help!"
I had four new text messages; one from El, and three from Harry. I knew I should have checked my phone sooner. Now, Harry's near the ocean, and the hurricane's getting closer and closer. I'm not one of those sentimental lads, but I really want to help my friend. I feel powerless. It's not like I can drive to Harry's beach house. It would be too late by the time I got over there.
"Louis? You alright, lad?" Niall came over to talk to me. We all were in the tour bus going to our next concert-Florida. Harry said he would drive to our next concert. I scratched my head. I really didn't want Niall to know what a bad place they were in. I especially didn't want Liam to know. He would go bloody mad. Damn. Harry just had to go and make a mess of things. I've warned him many times of his bad habits. He's got to stop. Maybe this will be a warning call.
"Louis? You look terrible." Niall took a bite of his sandwich. "Lads, I don't think Louis's alright. Come here." The lads gathered around me, concerned.
"I'll just come right out and say it. Harry's got himself into some massive trouble with his flirty ways. I'm not going to go save him. This can be a wake up call for him." I hated saying that about my best friend, but his little one night stands have got to stop.
"But Harry! He's our friend. Don't we have to save him? And Ashley, the poor girl. At least think about her." Niall stopped to take another bite of his sandwich, and I took the break to say something.
"I'm sure she knows about Harry's ways. And I know Harry's our friend. He's my best friend. But he's got to stop this madness! It's getting way out of hand."
"You're both right." Liam cut in. "Niall, Harry is our friend, and we both love him a lot. But, Louis, you're right too, lad. He's got to stop his ways. This can be a sign to him to stop. Maybe Ashley's different, I don't know. But what I do know is that Harry's in trouble, and there's no way we can help now. The storm would be gone by the time we got there."
I sighed. "I just hope he'll be okay."
-Harry-
Hurricane Yvonne was coming towards my beach house. I am at my beach house. Ashley is at my beach house. This is bad.
Ashley was freaking out. "Harry, what do we do?! I've never been in a hurricane before. We should leave. I'm so scared. I hate storms. So much."
I can't believe how stupid I had been. I forgot completely about the storm until we had already gotten here. I just wanted this to stop. I really liked Ashley. And now, who knew what was going to happen to us? Hurricane Yvonne is the worst storm in ages, so says the weatherman.
I rushed Ashley to the basement and got her to calm down a bit. "It's alright, love. We'll be alright. We're pretty far away from the eye of the storm. We'll be okay. Don't worry." I hugged her and comforted her and let her know I was here for her.
"Wait, Harry, I forgot my purse upstairs. It has my grandmother's necklace in it. It's the only thing I have left of her. Will you please go get it for me? It would mean everything."
"Sure, love. Be right back." I started to get up from where we were sitting, but she pulled me back. "Just in case you don't come back, I love you." She pulled me in for a long kiss, then pushed me off for her purse. "Love you too." I smiled. I was coming back. She was too sweet.
I went up the stairs and found her purse. I glanced out the window, thinking the storm had gotten quite loud lately. Just as I did, the window caved in, sending shards of glass everywhere, especially into me. I was taken out of the house and slammed to the ground, and all I could hear were Ashley's screams before a wall of darkness came over me.
