Unexpected Happenings [UNEXPECTED SERIES #1]

Chapter 47

Two Weeks Later

"Would you like to sign the lease ma'am?" The agent smiles kindly, I can't help but imagine what Harry would say about this place. He'd definitely like the set up. Especially the brick wall in the middle of the living room with plants hanging with the ceiling being made transparent open just above that part.

I picture him seated with me on the lounge chair, reading lines from our favourite novels, teasing each other with our favourite fictional characters.

I picture him watching the rain through the small transparent roof over the plants hanging on the brick wall with a cup of coffee in his hand.

I picture him in the kitchen cooking.

I picture him by the TV watching movies with me and teasing each other with our celebrity crushes.

I picture him coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and a shiny torso.

I miss him more than words can say.

A vibration snaps me out from my dream world and pulls me back into to reality. It's my phone ringing. I pull it out and my breath hitches as my eyes read the contact name.

"Hello?" I reluctantly answer the phone after staring at it ring for a few seconds.

"Kiara? Thank god! We've been so worried we couldn't reach you-ah I'm so happy you picked up! Are you alright? Are you safe, love?" Louis's familiar voice brings a sense of nostalgia to me. I smile realising how much I've missed them. My first friends I made after running away.. I've not seen them since the gala. It's been more than two weeks. He's right. I've not been reachable for the last so many days because I chose not to charge my phone until last night.

"Yes. I've been staying at a hotel.."

"Oh okay. Look, I know you may not feel free to talk to us..us being Harry's friends but hey, you're our friend too. I know you both are going through a rough patch and I want you to know you can talk to us. Tell us if you need anything.."

"How is he?" I blurt out.

"He has.."

"Did he reach safely? Is he okay?" I can't help the questions that come up with every passing second.

"Yes, he's fine I guess but he didn't leave. We've all been looking for you. He's been looking for you and he's in pretty bad shape after not reaching you." my hand clasps my mouth in shock. I never thought Harry would worry so much if I'd left. How did I not think? Why would he have to worry so much?

"Louis, we're both-"

"I know. He told me about that night and he feels horrible that you had to leave." he goes on.

"I feel horrible. Louis, he's right about everything. About everything, the kiss and about us feeling right and us being worth being something more..he's right about all that..I just-I'm very scared." I finally admit. I don't even think I was able to fully admit all that to myself until now.

"Why?" he genuinely asks.

"Because he makes me want to love. He makes me feel things. He is so perfect, Louis. He is so different." I explain, wiping some of the tears that escaped my eyes.

"I feel you. I know I'm not supposed to say this but he feels so much about you too." I smile through my tears.

"Really?"

"Yes. You're all he talks about. Twenty-four-seven, topic's always you." he says and I laugh for the first time in weeks. "You know, he read your letter on the plane just before leaving and he actually ran out. He didn't leave on the plane. He came out of the airport and drove straight home and started searching for you and that's when he found out you had gone." he says and I feel my heart shatter into pieces slowly.

The urge to see him has taken over like a cloud pouring down on me.

"He'll find me soon. I hope he does." I say and end the call and leave the apartment complex.

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HARRY

It's been eighteen days since I last saw her. My mind's been havoc since then. I haven't slept a wink these past nights because my mind's awake worrying where she might be, if she's safe. If she's alright or in trouble. What if she's in real trouble she can't escape? What if her dad or someone found her?

No Way Home plays in the background as my thoughts are only on her. I've searched for days but haven't seen her at all. My mind thinks the worst sometimes and it takes a lot of effort to push away those thoughts.

Her voice still plays in my head. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me and I end up envisioning her there when she really isn't.

The only thing keeping me sane is writing in my journal but even though I feel a little better after writing, it still pains me to think of her.

I've spent so much time in her room and all the places we've spent time in. i even went to her workplace recently and had to talk to her friends who apparently she has not contacted too.

I reread her letter everyday wishing it was some code to find her but I get nothing. And it's killing me every minute that passes by not knowing her whereabouts and if she's okay or not.

I don't know how long it'll take me to look for her but however long it might take, I won't give up. I can't give up.

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