Running Bases With You

Chapter 49

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*Louis' POV*

I walk the city streets of Los Angeles, California, the hood of my jacket pulled down tightly and my eyes focused towards the ground. I walk with a swift pace, my feet slapping the pavement with a thud after each step.

I haven't heard from Annabeth in days, and to say I'm worried is an understatement. I've texted both her and Talia numerous times and have yet to get a reply. I begged Niall to call her for me to see if he'd get an answer, but he refused on behalf of Annabeth. His explanation was that she would eventually call on her own when she was ready, and that she's probably fine; but I still couldn't ignore the concern in my best mates eyes that mirrored mine.

I turn the corner on the street of the hotel we've been staying in the past few days. Going unnoticed in California has got to be one of the most difficult things I've ever accomplished. I swear, they only have to see one piece of hair sticking out from under your hood and all of a sudden all hell breaks loose.

The doorman opens the door for me and I nod as I walk inside. I make my way over to the elevators, pressing the button twice as if it'll make it come any faster. The doors open and a few people walk out, eyeing me as I step in after them.

I press the number seven, the top floor of the building the lads and I are staying on. I'm sharing a room with Niall, Liam is sharing a room with Harry, and Zayn is lucky enough to have a room all to himself.

The elevator doors open for a second time and I step out, quickly walking to my room and slamming the door behind me.

"Woah there mate, you scared the shit outa me!"

"Shut up, Niall.."

He spilled his Coke down his shirt and dropped his bag of pretzels that he stole from the snack bar downstairs, making them spill all over the hotel carpet. Niall shakes his head at me, obviously displeased that I interrupted him during his afternoon snack.

He starts picking them up from the floor, tossing them back in the small bag. "So has she called you back yet?"

I flop backwards on my bed, sighing. "Nope."

"Ahh. No wonder you're in a dim mood. She hasn't answered me either, if that makes you feel any better. Even Harry and Liam have tried contacting her as well, but they've gotten nothing." Niall sighs, throwing away his bag of soggy pretzels.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't make me feel any better. I'm so worried about her.. What if she has done something to herself and she's afraid to tell me?" I quickly sit up. "Niall, what if she self harmed again? I can't live with that on my mind knowing I'm not there to help her, damn it, I need to know!"

Niall huffs, taking a seat on the couch across the room. "Well, for starters, screaming and shouting about it isn't gunna fix anything. Tone it down and let's have a good chat, yeah?"

I groan and let my face fall into my hands. I rub my eyes, feeling completely and utterly frustrated; a good chat? Is he mad? God knows this conversation will probably end it me yelling and throwing things, just because... Well, I mean c'mon, it's me we're talking about here. I don't seem to have very many calm conversations these days.

"Okay, well how do you expect me to get in touch with her? At this point, that's the only thing that will truly calm my nerves is to hear her voice and have her tell me that she's okay." I explain.

Niall furrows his eyebrows for a few moments before coming up with a possible solution. "Well, you could always try calling Talia again. Call her so many times she wants to throw her phone against a wall, and I guarantee she'll probably answer you. If that doesn't work, try calling someone else she knows."