Abditory [H.S]

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TW: alcohol abuse and mentions of depressive themes and blood.

Luella Jones

Harry hasn't been answering his calls; and I'm worried sick.

I shouldn't be, but I am. The last time he didn't answer my texts or my calls; he wounded up with a bullet in his stomach and bruises all over his face. I don't like the fact he's probably out there dealing with the same thing right now, too.

Niall told me not to worry, but that's all I've been doing. Harry left at noon and it's half way past 8pm now, it's been long enough. Marie's company closes at 7pm, so he can't possibly be there either.

He would never leave me hanging like that, not after what we've been through. Something is definitely wrong.

"You're gonna get me dizzy if you keep walking around like that, love." Hala calls me out as I'm pacing around in the living room, stopping in my tracks to look at all of them. They're sat in the living room talking normally with each other while I let my anxiety eat me like this. They said that Harry does this all the time and it's totally normal for him to not answer his phone calls. But not for me. This is not normal.

"Have any of you even tried calling him?" I ask them, watching their look on their faces out of boredom.

"Luella, sweetheart, Zayn must've given him some some extra work. Sit down." Niall tries to reassure me but I don't listen, staying frozen in my place.

"What if he's lying in a ditch somewhere right now? What if George found him and he's currently waiting for the perfect time to send us a photo of Harry all bloody and beaten? What if he was shot accidently or he got into a fight in a market? How do you know he's okay?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"Because it's a Harry move." Liam says.

"But he wouldn't just ignore my calls like that and not tell me where he's going." I shake my head at them.

"Maybe, he's working with Zayn and his phone just...died?" Hartley says the most obvious thing, but again, I disapprove.

"He's memorized my phone number. He would call me from any phone if he wanted to." I answer.

They all stay silent for a moment, looking around each other.

"I'm not gonna spend the night waiting for Harry. That's Anne's job." Liam stands up, moving towards me. "We have med-kits in the kitchen if he ends up somehow shot in the dick." He rubs my shoulder and goes up stairs instead.

"Yeah, me too. I know Harry and I know this is something he'd normally do. Try not to stay up too late, Luella. We have work to get done tomorrow." Hala also leaves afterwards, leaving Niall and Hartley here.

They both look at each other, exchanging glances as if they're secretly asking themselves if they could leave, too.

I sigh, dropping my hands to my sides. "You guys can go, as well." I grant them excess without them feeling awkward about it.

Hartley stands up from Niall's lap and walks over to me and pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back comfortably. "I'm sure he's alright. Knock on our door if you need anything." She pulls back and Niall says goodnight, wandering to their room.

I think Hartley and Niall are actually something. They don't mention it, but I've seen them steal kisses and touches whenever they can in front of us. Plus, it's not like they try to hide the fact they sleep with each other every day.

I end up staying for one more hour, laying down on the couch. I'm fighting off sleep at this point. I did wake up early today, so this is harder than usual. And due to Harry now, my body has gotten used to sleeping.