Too far gone to pray

Chapter twenty six

Harry's POV

Being without Louis was torture. He was terrified of what Louis was going through. He hoped that being at that place wouldn't change Louis. He didn't want to lose the boy he loves, he couldn't lose the boy he loves.

Every day since Louis was brutally ripped away from him, he felt like a walking zombie. He was going through the motions, but wasn't actually living. How could he live without Louis? Louis was his life, Louis was his love.

At this point Louis had been gone for over a week and a half. Everyday without him he felt like he was falling apart at the seams. He tried desperately to keep the pieces of himself together, but any onlooker could tell that he was falling apart piece by piece.

He spent every moment of every day thinking up every single horrible scenario he could possibly imagine, to say he was worried about Louis was a massive understatement. Every night he looked at websites of conversion camps trying to figure out where a Louis could be. He didn't even know how far Louis was away.

Liam, Zayn, and Niall were also feeling the sorrow of the absence of Louis. They were all dreary and they all missed Louis. Even Niall who you could always rely on to brighten peoples spirits was feeling the absence of Louis. They all had lost their sense of joy when they lost Louis.

A few times he tried to find Louis' sisters trying to make sense of everything that was going on. They looked as miserable as he did. He came to find out that they both knew that Louis was gay, and that he was in love with him. Lottie and Fizzy never got to say goodbye to Louis. All of Louis' sisters were gone when Louis' father took Louis away from them. He asked them countless times if they knew where Louis was, but they said that their father was being very quite about Louis and where he was. They too also knew that where ever Louis was he was being tortured for being himself.

He hated that there was even a place that would do this to people. They torture people to try and convert them into the heteronormative mold that society has created. Whenever he thought of that place his blood boiled and he saw red.

Today marked twelve days without Louis. Twelve days without seeing Louis sunshine smile, twelve days without holding Louis, twelve days without being with the love of his life.

He was currently leaning against his locker, cursing the fact that he is forced to go to school while his love is somewhere being tortured. Niall, Liam, and Zayn walked up to him looking almost as miserable as he was. They just stood around not saying anything. None of them knew what to say without Louis here, nothing was right without Louis here.

"I cant stand this" Niall said sadly.

"Me neither" Liam agreed.

"I miss him so much" he said trying not to cry.

"We need to get him back" Niall said.

"We don't know where he is" Zayn said.

"We need Louis' sisters to keep asking their dad where Louis is" he said.

"And if we figure that out, how would we get Louis out" Liam asked.

"I'll figure it out, I'm always the man with the plan" Niall said.

And so they started to plan. Once they figure out where they took Louis, they can figure out how to help him escape. Niall would be in charge of figuring out the layout of the camp and where they should break in, Zayn would be the getaway driver, and Liam and him would go in and find Louis together.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was all they had. Holding onto this plan was the only thing that would get him through this. He needed to hold onto hope, if he didn't there was no way that he was going to get Louis back.