Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 24

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Liam's POV.

I sighed, parting my lips slightly and sitting up from my uncomfortable sleep. My neck had been at an odd angle all night and I couldn't get much sleep from that but I couldn't help it, since I, and the other 3 were sleeping in a car.

Since we had gone on this road trip to find Zayn 3 days ago, we have had to sleep in the car and just walk, searching all day. And trust me, the seats in a car are not made for sleeping on..

We had to eat in small amounts, as we hadn't thought to bring much food. Only having a sandwich and some sweets and drinks a day, well, life wasn't very good.

But, even in these horrible conditions, we refused to complain, because we thought that we were tired, and we were hungry, and we were uncomfortable, than we just though abut Zayn, and how he must be going through even more than us, so we didn't complain, because compared to Zayn, we were living like Kings..

I sat up, sniffing lightly  and squinting my eyes from the morning sun blaring through the cars front window.

I glanced around the car, to make sure no one had been stolen or something in the night. Nope all here.

Niall was sprawled out across the backseat , his mouth hanging open as he snored light, his hair a mess on his head. I would have took some time to think he looks slightly adorable if I wasn't in love with someone.

I sighed, racking a hand through my growing buzz cut. I just wish I could see him one last time, to tell him how I feel, and that I've fallen in love with him. I just wish he could be back and I could kiss him, I could hold him, I could be there for him. I wanted to make us official, start dating as Boyfriends, go out on dates, but I couldn't because my dad had taken him to some other place to use him, abuse him and probably kill him..

Kill him..?

I sighed, pushing the dreaded thought away and looking across at where Louis fell asleep in front of the wheel.

Wait, if Niall's taking up all the backseat, I'm in the passenger seat and Louis' is in the drivers seat..

Where had Harry been sleeping?

That though slipped from my mind as my gaze landed at the other side of the car though.

Louis was sat up right in the chair, and I saw a smaller, younger curly haired boy curled up on his lap. I smiled at them. Harry was curled up in a ball on Louis chest and his small fists were full of parts of Louis' shirt as he laid with his face mushed in Louis' chest, his curls wildly sprawled everywhere. Louis had his head lolled down and it was resting on Harry's head, his hair just slightly messy. He had his arm wrapped protectively around Harry's curled up body, pulling the younger boy closer to his chest. They looked so cute.

I took out my phone and snapped a quick picture, and sent it to Louis, knowing he'd thank me for making a beautiful memory of such an adorable moment. Harry would probably be embarrassed about the photo, which Lou would love and make sure to use the photo as a background on his phone.

That's just how it went. Their relationship, sometimes I heard Zayn or Niall calling it 'Larry.' It was just adorable. Everything about it.

I sighed, looking around the  are again. We couldn't live like this anymore. We had barley any food left, we'd been wearing the same clothes for 3 days, and hadn't been able to wash. We were tired and aching, and we should go home, but we wanted to find Zayn. We needed to find Zayn..