"Ugh. My phone won't stop ringing!" I groan as Zayn makes the ball into the hoop.
"Do you know who it is?" He asked.
"Nope, comes up as 'unknown'." I reply.
"Next time answer it and see what they want." Zayn says and aims for the basketball hoop.
The phone rings and I take Zayn's advice.
"Hello Mr. Payne. I'm sorry to bother you. But we have terrible news." It was th nurse.
"What is it?" I ask.
"We checked on Ashely and Mr. Tomlinson this morning. They're both missing." She trails off.
"Missing?" I repeat.
"Yes. Ashley is still in coma and Louis, both without medication, could easily die."
How could they both be missing? Could it be X?
Zayn raised an eyebrow.
"We've contacted the police, they are on their way.." She pauses. "I'm sorry Mr. Payne."
"Its uh, not your fault. Thanks for trying." I say.
"Your welcome. I have to go." The phone call ends.
"So what's going on?" Zayn asked.
"Louis and Ashely are missing.." I trail off.
"What?" Zayn laughs. "Liam stop messing around!" He laughs more.
"They were taken! By X!" I say serious.
Zayn's laughs die down.
"Don't tell Niall or Harry. They'll be heart broken."
"Yeah, I promise I won't tell. How are we going to find them?" He asked.
"We'll go to.. Ireland, first, then Scotland."
This is going to be hard.
"Who is going to call management?" I whisper.
"Not me!" Zayn says in a hushed tone. "They scare the living shit out of me!" He adds.
"They scare me too.. But someone has to call." I said.
"How about we flip a coin." Zayn suggests.
"Good idea! Your call." I say, I dig through my pocket to find a quarter.
"I call tails." Zayn smiles.
"Okay. I call heads."
I flip the coin, Zayn and I watch anxiously. The coin bit the pavement, it spun in circles, then it stops.
"Let it be tails." Zayn looks to me.
"No, let it be heads." I say.
Zayn bends down and looks at the coin.
He then looks at me with a frowny face. I wanted to laugh, because h had to make the call.
"Oh, Mr. Payne!" Zayn's vocie is mocking. "You have a call to make."
A smile made its way on his sweaty face, my smile left.
"What?"
"You my good man. My best, best, best friend have to call the scary, freaky, buttwhole, management!" Zayn's smile grows wider.
"Can we retry?" I plead.
"No my good man. Our deal here is done." Zayn laughs and hands me my phone.
"Fine, I guess we all know what that means.. I have more balls than you!" I laugh and go to the porch. Zayn plays basketball by himself.
I dial managements number, someone picks up.
"Ahh!" I quietly scream, and end the call.
The phone rings again, I ran my fingers through my hair. Then I answer.
"Hello?"
"Liam are you okay? You called." His cold voice sends chills up my spin.
"I did?" I say, trying to sound confused.
"You did.. Go on with it! I don't have all day!" His voice raised.
I take a deep breath.
"The boys and I were wondering if we could have a.. Break.."
"Are you serious?" I hear him laugh.
"Umm.. Yes, we are really tired."
"Stop your whinning. You're not a baby. Let me think." He says.
I cross my fingers, hoping this works.
I hear him sigh, he then says, "Fine, you only have one month, then you get you butts back on tour! Do you hear me? Only a month. I have to go. Bye."
I didn't realize that I was holding my breath. Zayn runs up to me and sits on a porch chair.
"What did management say?"
"They gave us a month."
"A month? Well that's a good amount of time.. I guess. When do we leave?" He asked.
"Tonight." I reply.
"Let's get packed now! We have no moment to lose!" Zayn yells and runs into the house.
I'll tell Harry and Niall, I thought.
"Harry! Niall!" I call out.
I walk into the living room, hoping to see them here, but my hopes died when I found nobody.
"Zayn! Where's Niall and Harry?" I yell.
"Maybe in the basement. They said they needed to refill their energy." Zayn yells back.
We have blood packets in the basement, it makes perfect since.
I walk to the basement door. The door is white while the wall around it is red.
I got a old feeling as I reached for the door handle. I stepped on the first step, cold air made me breathless.
"Harry, Niall? Are you down there?"
I walk on to the last step and on the light. I felt someone watching me.
"Guys, haha, very funny! Come on let's go upstairs."
I walked further into the basement. I stepped in something wet. I look down and saw blood.
The smell if blood rushed to my nose. Sudden thirst that I craved.
Snap out of it Liam!
The lights turned off.
"Niall? Harry? Is that you?"I say in a hushed tone.
I realized that Zayn had his music pumped up loud.
I quickly ran up the stairs. I made it to the top of the stairs, the door wouldn't budge.
"Zayn help me!" I pounded on the door.
I hear an evil laugh. I go quite, you can only hear my short breaths.
Something sharp dug into my leg, I cry out in pain.
It felt like two hands grabbed my ankles, out of nowhere I was dragged deeper into the basement.
"Help me!"
