Losing Control [l.s]

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That's Niall ^^

Louis' POV

I was pulling up at my house, and I looked in the passengers seat, seeing the gorgeous boy still fast asleep. I knew it was wrong to force him to come to my house, but it had to be done. Harry is mine, and anything that's mine doesn't get harmed, unless I'm the one harming them. And even then I don't hurt them in that way.. *cough cough*.

I went to the passengers door and carried him bridal style to my bedroom, or our bedroom now, I'm not allowing him out of my sight. I laid him down on the bed, and covered him with the sheets since it was night, and I didn't want him to get cold. I walked out of the bedroom locking the door behind me.

I just hope he doesn't hate me for this. I'm trying to protect him.

Niall's POV

The bakery wasn't very busy and I was serving again, so I was busy walking around, when someone walked in, and I looked at the door out of instinct, and saw a man with brown hair and brown eyes. He looked like an oversized teddy bear. it was cute.

I went over to the counter and was confused on why I didn't see Harry there, but just concluded that he went to the bathroom or something. "Hello sir, what can I get for you?" I asked him, scanning myself in as the cashier.

"Can I get some avocado toast and a chamomile tea, please?" He looked a little shy, and I could tell he didn't come around this town often. I asked him if he wanted anything else, and he declined, and handed him his receipt, and told him to stand at the waiting area or go to the table.

After giving him his drink, it was almost closing time, so I informed the remaining customers that they should start finishing up, because we were closing in about 5 minutes. 

I ended up closing by myself, Harry was supposed to close with me, but I couldn't find him. I had yelled out his name like 20 times, but got no answer. I thought he had just gone home, but when I went in the back room I saw that all his stuff was still sitting there. That's strange, I thought.

I called him a couple times, but he didn't answer, so I assumed his phone was dead, even though he always keeps it charged, and called Gemma.

"Hey Niall, what's up?" 

"Hey Gems, is Harry home?"

"No, I thought he was at work with you, why?"

"He's not here, and his stuff hasn't moved, do you have any idea where he is?"

"No, he didn't tell me he was going anywhere"

I was starting to freak out, because whenever he goes somewhere, he tells somebody. He's smart like that.

"I'll ask my mum if he told her anything, I'll tell you when I know."

"Ok, see you"

"Bye,"

What if he's gone, what if someone took him?

Gemma's POV

"Mum!" I was really worried for my baby brother, what if he was kidnapped, what if he was dead?

"Yeah honey?" She yelled back from upstairs, but I think she heard the concern in my voice, because she was now running down the stairs. "D-do you know where Harry is?" A look of confusion crossed her face, and I felt like I was going to cry.

"No, is he not home yet? He should be home by now." She said, looking around. She looked back at me and her face fell. "No," She whispered, running to the door, looking down the sidewalk he normally walks home on. Nothing.

She was sobbing now, and I can't imagine what she felt. Her boy, her youngest child, her baby, was gone. 

I couldn't take this anymore, so I ran up to my dad's room, and slammed the door open. His head snapped from his TV to me, and he looked annoyed "Wh-"

"Your son is missing, nobody knows where he is, I know you probably don't but I'm out of ideas at this point," I was ugly crying, and he now looked concerned. I was shocked he wasn't drunk, but it was probably because he was busy texting or something. "D-do you know where my baby brother is?"

He looked like he might cry, and that's odd, because he never cries. He stands up and hugs me, and I do my best to not flinch away. "I don't, I'm so sorry.. I need a drink." He looked guilty, "Will you get your head out of your drugs and drinking and help us find your son, your baby, your youngest, your best friend, god- he's probably the only one who still had an ounce of trust or love for you when you hit us every day. He could be hurt, he could be dead. Your son can be dead. How would you feel if he's dead, and you never even tried to find him?!" Shock was written all over his face, and I walked out of the door and to my room, and cried.

My best friend can be dead, and I wouldn't even know it.

I called the police.

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"I fucking hate the police, goddammit!" I yelled, kicking the wall, my mom was sitting on the couch, and dad was at the pub again. Of course he was.

I had called the police, and they told me they couldn't do anything and that he was probably just at a friends house, that he was a stupid teenager and probably needed some time away from home for a while. All of us, shit, even dad knew he wouldn't do that. He knew to tell someone if he was going somewhere.

Then my phone ringtone started playing.

Hazza <3 is calling.

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944 words

October 9, 2021

Louis is not fully mentally stable, he's not completely insane, but doesn't completely know what he's doing is wrong. He loses control sometimes, you could say.

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