Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

10

The reality of it all washes over me as my eye keeps peeled to the sight in front of me. "The boys are missing." I repeat Harry's harsh but honest words as the bitter taste of sick spreads over my tastebuds.

"What are we going to do, Harry? The boys are missing!" I tremble as a sudden wave of panic washes over me. My scared, tranquil state is overtaken by the sickly feeling in my stomach as my body feels like I'm drowning from the overwhelming feeling filling my stomach. "There gone. What's that supposed to mean?" I panic, pointing to the image on the wall.

"I don't know what it is. Why the fuck would I know?" Harry declares, a lot more at peace with the situation whilst his dilated, moss eyes look into my hazel ones. His phone in his jean pocket begins to vibrate, as my staggered breath makes it feel like I'm trying to breathe underwater but the water is only swallowing me more.

"It's Niall." He says, staring down at his phone. He brings the phone that looks so small in his hands, up to his ears. "Niall?" He says to the phone.

His eyes, become slightly surprised, making my organ backflips as I stare intently at Harry and the phone. "Elliot?" He says, taken back to whatever Elliot said.

"Who's Ell-"

"Shh." He shuts me up, flashing his dark, sinister eyes at me before looking down at his feet. He takes the phone away from his ear and puts it between us, putting the person behind the phone on speaker.

My heart feels like it's pumping too much blood into my veins, my legs feel like they could collapse on me as I long to know what Elliot has to say. I'm not sure if I'm afraid to know what he has to say, or if I'm excited.

"Styles." Elliot says through the speaker. "Is that girl there? What's her name? Hanna-"

"It's Hazel." I correct him, my trembling lips making it hard to speak. I lean on the island counter behind me as I feel my head become light and my legs become weak.

I hear him chuckle deviously, as his gritty voice speaks again. "Sure. Anyways, you two are just in time." My throat hurts from the words that are lodged back there, making my head sting. Or maybe it's tears that I'm keeping back.

"In time for what?" Harry says, unbothered by Elliot. Harry is the polar opposite of me. His tranquil state for a situation like this lures you in the most strangest way. And his green eyes, making your heart stop as he stares so deeply all the time- almost like a frown. It's so strange how something so menacing can be so appealing.

"Your friends. They were just leaving." Elliot says. I look up at Harry for his response, as no words that I have to say seem to leave my mouth.

"No, they weren't leaving." Harry says firmly into the microphone as if he's so sure that the boys are okay. With a cold feeling surging over the whole body, my fine hairs stand on end, I look at the red marks on the wall again.

"Oh, but yes they are." Elliot says just as firm as Harry. I can almost hear his smirk as he continues. "Styles, I don think you understand that you are way too late. Spain. The place you keep the plane is filthy, Styles. And I thought you had everything under control." He says. "They'll have an amazing time. No promises." He says.

The call goes flat as Harry puts his phone back in his pocket. Harry puts his large hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans as he looks up at the ceiling before turning around to leave the kitchen. "We'll go to Spain tomo-"

"Harry, you do realise how big Spain is? We won't be able to find them, no way." I explain, the adrenaline from the fear pumping through my blood. "We have no way to track them. Harry you can't just give up on your friends." I say.