Daisies [louis-centric]

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I want to put a TW but I also don't want to spoil the chapter...

Just be prepared for something that could potentially be triggering for you. (I hope this is not insensitive but I really don't want to spoil the chapter. It's not really actually mentioned, more implied)

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Waking up to the bands entire security team in their tour bus was not what Zayn had expected.

People were yelling and running around, basically turning the entire bus upside down.

When a hand was placed on his lower back, Zayn jumped a little bit.

He turned around, half expecting it to be Liam, surprised when he was faced with Niall.

"What's going on?"

"It lou." Nialls lip quivered a little, Zayn barely catching it. "He's missing"

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[rewind to everybody sleeping]

Louis woke woke with a jolt, his breathing erratic and his eyes filling with unshed tears.

Looking around, he let out a huge breath, feeling a little better being surrounded by his security detail and not him.

It took a few more minutes for the need for fresh air to kick in, Louis feeling like he couldn't breath in the stuffy bus.

Without thinking, he got up soundlessly, stepping lightly through the bus as to not wake anyone, finally feeling fresh air enter his lungs as he stepped outside.

They were parked behind what looked like an old gas station, out of sight from the road for their own safety.

There was a small bench propped up against the old brick building, Louis' feet moving on their own accord to it.

In the early days of one direction, when Louis used to sneak out at night to lay under the starts, Paul used to tell Louis that stars weren't just giant balls of gas in space, but they also represented the eyes of the dead. It was their way of looking down on their families still living.

As Louis laid on the dirty bench, he wonders if that will be him someday. Looking down on his loved ones from the sky.

He thinks it's a nice sentiment, real or not.

Before he even realized it, his eyes were closing again, the slight breeze flowing through his hair making him sleepy, unaware of the dangers that lurked near by.

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"The fuck do you mean he's missing?" Zayn stormed through the bus, a basically crying Niall following him.

"Exactly what it sounds like" Zayn shoulder was grabbed, a deep voice washing over him.

For a second, Zayn saw red.

Grabbing the hand on his shoulder, he whipped around, twisting the wrist as right as he could in his alpha grip.

"Oh my god!" Not even a second later, multiple hands were pulling him away, the black haired alpha not even realizing that he almost broke Harry's wrist.

"What the fuck?!" Harry seethed, holding his now red wrist.

Before anything else could be said, Zayn stormed off the bus, getting as far away from everything as he could.

Louis, his Louis, was missing.

As Zayn ran further, he too found himself lost.

He didn't know what his life had become anymore.

He barely even knew himself these days.

A few days ago, he thought their situation couldn't get any worse.

He was wrong.

He was so, so wrong.

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You guys don't even know how tempted I am to make this have a sad ending.

Sorry this isn't the longest chapter ever but it is very important.

It's not very long but the meaning is big.