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Harry

I strolled home after sharing a delightful evening with Louis, my thoughts drifting into a dream where he showered me with sweet and tender kisses during a beach picnic.

Louis and I often embarked on morning walks together, but today I knew he set out alone. As I followed my usual route, passing by Louis' house, I noticed his mother approaching me with a worried expression.

"Do you have any idea where my precious son might be?" she inquired anxiously.

"Perhaps he's taking a different route today," I suggested optimistically, though a pang of concern gnawed at my heart.

"He's usually back by now whenever he walks alone," she revealed, her anxiety palpable.

"Maybe he's just taking a bit longer today," I offered, attempting to assuage her fears. "He'll likely be back within the hour."

Yet, as time stretched on, Louis remained absent, sparking growing anxiety within both the Tomlinson and Styles households. Louis was the epitome of a devoted friend, boyfriend, brother, and son—how could he simply vanish?

During dinner at the Tomlinson's, Louis' absence weighed heavily on all our minds.

"Harry, didn't you see Louis yesterday?" Lottie inquired, breaking the uneasy silence.

"Yes, we did," I confirmed, struggling to mask my own concerns.

"I didn't hear the doorbell last night," Jay remarked, her worry evident in her voice.

"I didn't need to ring it. Louis was already waiting for me," I explained, careful to avoid revealing our clandestine encounters through the window.

"Aw, that's so sweet. He'd never do that for us," Fizzy remarked wistfully.

"He doesn't have to. I would do the same if Harry wanted to meet up," Lottie chimed in, defending her brother.

"Why only with Harry? You don't do it with your other friends," Phoebe observed innocently.

"That's because she doesn't have any," Daisy whispered to her twin, eliciting giggles.

"Girls, that's not kind. Apologize to your sister," Jay admonished gently.

"Sorry, Lottie. We know you have friends," Daisy conceded, her eyes rolling.

"You see? That wasn't so difficult," Mark, Louis' father, interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.

As the conversation veered toward speculations about Louis' whereabouts, the unsettling notion of his potential demise began to permeate the air, sending a chill down my spine.

"Come on, guys! He's only been gone for half a day, and you're already discussing death. He's probably just with friends or something," I interjected, my voice rising with frustration as I struggled to contain my mounting anxiety.

"You are talking about my son now. If you don't care about him, you can get out of this house," Jay says firmly, her concern for her son palpable.

"Honey, I understand you're stressed, but that's no reason to lash out at our son's best friend," Mark intervenes, attempting to diffuse the tension. "But it's wise to prepare for the worst. Then we'll know what to do if he's gone any longer," he adds, his voice tinged with worry.

"I know, but it's still not a reason to jump to conclusions about his safety. We can consider that if he's been missing for over a month. But for now, let's hold onto hope. Louis is a fighter, and if he's in trouble, he'll do everything in his power to come back to us," I assert, trying to instil optimism in the room.