Yours

Runnin' isn't the answer

[Louis' POV]

       We've just arrived in Orlando, Fl. After last night's concert, Harry changed so to speak. It wasn't like every other time he has changed like with the whole not caring aspect. This time you could see he was upset about Rebecca's disappearance; that he cared. The rest of the girlfriends leave tomorrow, so it hasn't helped Harry any that Zayn, Niall, Liam, and I have been preoccupied with our women. On the plane ride here, I thought about where Becca could be. I've got an idea, but I'm not sure.

"Hey, Harry?" I asked as we sat in his hotel room.

"Huh?" He hummed looking up from his computer.

"Where in Florida does Rebecca's parents live?" I asked curiously.

"Somewhere in the Jacksonville area." He said looking back at his computer.

"Oh." I nodded. "Would you happen to know the address?"

He looked back to me confused. "Why?"

"Just wondering. You know, if we ever decide to pop in one day." I smiled.

He nodded understanding. "No, I don't."

I sighed. "Alright."

We continued doing our own thing on our laptops. You'd think someone who stayed at Rebecca's house would know the address in which he stayed at. As I stared at the back of Harry's head, a thought hit me.

"What about Drew? do you know where he lives?" I asked.

"Sorry, I just went to the wedding." He shrugged.

I nodded. Well, guess I'll have to call Simon. I wonder if he knows she's missing? Probably not, unless Harry knows anyth-what is this boy looking at?

"Harry... are you," I chuckled. "looking at pictures the paparazzi took of you and Rebecca?"

He slammed his laptop down. "No."

"Harry." I grinned tilting my head looking at him.

"It's nothing." He coughed.

"Is it possible you actually might have feelings for Rebecca, like real feelings?" I questioned while closing me laptop.

"The only real feelings I feel for her is hatred." He said rudely before standing up.

"Harry, come on. You cried for two days." I reminded him.

"Why would she just get up and leave? Leave everything. Do you know how that makes me look? I'm sure people are thinking I blew her off, or I hurt her. Something to get me a bad reputation. With her leaving it's screwing this entire thing of fixing my reputation." He let out unexpectedly.

"Harry, you did blow her off." I stated matter-of-factually. "You blew all of us off to go shag with a girl in your hotel room. Oh, and newsflash, you did hurt her. You hurt her emotionally. Why do you think she left?" I asked standing up.  I was right pissed now.

"Ah ha! I knew she left! So she didn't get kidnapped? did she? you were just going to let me think the worst. You were just going to let me suffer." He looked at me disgusted. "I thought we were closer then that. I thought were brothers."

I snapped.

"I was beginning to think the same thing." I noted. "No, Rebecca didn't get kidnapped, she left. She left because of the wanker you've become, but you should be worried, hell we're all worried. We have no idea where she is. She's gone. We don't know when she'll be back. Sure, she said she'd see us in Texas, but we don't know that for sure. Harry, you're not the only one who was worrying. Unlike you," I stepped closer to him. "we actually care about other people. Who cares about what people think of you now? You brought that on yourself. I hate to say this, but there is no hope for you if you keep this up." I walked past him. "Brother." I huffed and walked out.