Chapter 18

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Louis' POV.

 Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I stared motionlessly as the thin hand of the clock gently and slowly made it's way around the face of the clock. I'd been doing this for around two hours now...

Every other second, my gaze would quickly fly to the door just in case...

There had been no such luck yet...

I didn't like thinking about it to be honest. It just made me feel worse and worse, having that possibility that He may never come back, that possibility that he could be suffering in pain right now, that possibility that...

He could be dead...

I hated thinking that though. Just that one though made me well up and start breaking.

I shuddered pushing it to the back of my head where all the grim thought's stayed, untouched.

The thing that got me really upset was that there hadn't been any hope at all yet. Nothing. No jacket or wallet left behind somewhere. Not a trace of Zayn anywhere. We hadn't ha any luck on going out looking for him, the police had been out with search teams, a big group o people from Bradford had come out with me, Harry and Niall to help look, and we found nothing. Mum and Dad had got their whole street helping, but there was nothing.

Whoever had him, was going to pay, badly.

I was pulling my hair out by this whole thing. Zayn had been missing for 2 weeks now. The police had confirmed he was kidnapped. I couldn't face that though. The thought that Zayn got kidnapped because I didn't look after him properly. Zayn was my little brother, who came to stay with me, I was supposed to look after him, but he got kidnapped.. Harry kept telling me it wasn't my fault, and I wanted to believe him, but how could I?

I sighed, glancing at the door for what was probably the billionth time today.

I heard light footsteps coming down the hall and shut my eyes, rubbing my temples with my fingers. Harry. God, I hope he's not in a cheerful mood, I don't think I can handle that right now.

"Lou?" I hear his tentative voice call out from what sounded like the kitchen.

"Living room" I shouted.

I heard him come in and across the carpeted flooring of the living room. The sofa next to me dipped down slightly and I opened my eyes, turning to him.

His curls looked clean and silky, as he had just washed them, his eyes sparkling, as usual and his smile breath taking.

"You only just got up lazy bum?" I mumbled gently slapping his thigh.

He smiled sheepishly. "You know how I like my sleep." He stated simply.

I smiled slightly. "Your just like Zayn. He loves his sleep.." I trailed off, instantly regretting bringing Zayn up again.

I heard Harry sigh. "Louis."

I grunted in response, feeling sudden tears rush to my eyes, ready to burst and make me cry buckets.

I felt Harry's skinny arms connect behind my neck, and with all his straight, which wasn't too much, he pulled me over to him on the sofa.

"Please Lou." He whispered, his eyes big and pleading.

My face crumpled and I grabbed Harry's torso, wrapping my arms around him tightly and pulling his body to my chest. His head nestled into my chest and I gently sat mine on his shoulder, finally letting the emotions I had kept bottled up ever since Paul the police man told me Zayn was kidnapped.

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