Missing: The boy who disappeared

Chapter 10 - Frankie

A/N
My apologies for taking such a long time to update. The kids are now back at school so I will hopefully have some more time for updates. On a positive note, I saw Louis in Melbourne. He put his thumb up to my daughters sign and smiled at her as we were second row off to the side. Created such wonderful memories. Anyway, here is the new chapter. Dont hate me, it all needs to be done, trust the process. 🫣
Also, sorry its another 10k chapter.

‘The sting of betrayal would be less harmless if it killed the love that came along with it. But it's never quite that simple is it? Dishonesty and betrayal begin not in big lies but in small secrets.’

 
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As the layers of Harry's tangled narrative unravel, it becomes apparent that his presence in Doncaster was not as innocuous as initially claimed. In truth, Harry was there to confront a personal matter, one that he had hoped to keep under wraps. The reasons for his visit were entangled in a complex web of emotions, involving a family matter that he hadn't been ready to disclose.

Faced with the daunting prospect of revealing personal struggles, Harry chose to conceal the true purpose of his trip, weaving a narrative that painted a more straightforward picture. The lie, born out of a desire to shield private matters from public scrutiny, now stands exposed, leaving a trail of unanswered questions intensifying the enigma surrounding Saxon's disappearance.

The family matter that brought Harry to Doncaster revolved around a long-standing estrangement with a close relative, his father. There were unresolved issues stemming from past conflicts, and Harry felt a growing urgency to address them and seek a resolution as his parents decided to divorce. It was something he wished to keep from the public and with how fast his fan base had grown in the last couple of years, Harry's mum had pleaded to keep it on the downlow. Anne nor Harry wanted anybody to know of Desmond's awful history and Harry knew that when he spoke with Reign that first time, that if the police knew that his own father had been convicted of pedaphilea, let's just say, he didn't want his fathers past painting a bad light for his own name.  So he had lied.

As it currently stands, the police are hesitant to accept Harry's explanation. The resolution may depend on an examination of his father's history. However, the trust Harry once had with Reign is now all but strained, and a similar loss of trust with Louis is likely imminent once he learns the full details.

Harry steps out from the police station, feeling the warmth on his face like a benediction after the cold interrogation room. He is immediately greeted by the hustle of the media, his name echoing from various directions, a symphony of voices he does not recognise. In the midst of this auditory chaos, one voice suddenly pierces through – Niall's. Turning left, Harry finds not only Niall but also Liam and Frankie.

Shit……..

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Growing increasingly worried about Harry's prolonged stay at the police station, Louis, after two hours of silence, felt compelled to head there himself. Despite adhering to his daily routine, today held an unsettling aura, leaving him with an unshakable sense of unease.

He delicately eases off the accelerator, the car's engine humming as he slowly breaks, navigating past the throng of media. Cameras flash, and journalists converge, igniting his curiosity. The heightened attention from the media suggests the possibility of new developments, as they typically only swarm like this when fresh details emerge.

The flicker of hope quickly extinguishes as a cluster of people disperses, revealing Harry. He stands amidst the crowd, hand entwined with a woman's, their connection evident as the lady leans in for a tender kiss.

A profound ache grips Louis' chest, squeezing his heart as he witnesses the scene before him. The sight of Harry, hand in hand with another, sharing an intimate kiss, feels like a brutal punch to his gut. The woman's fingers interlocked with Harry's create a tableau of connection that shatters the hopeful narrative Louis had held onto. The kiss, placed on the mouth by the woman with an unmistakable tenderness, serves as an unwavering confirmation that this is more than just a friendship. The confines of the car manage to close in, and the air turns heavy with the weight of realisation. The pit in Louis' stomach deepens as he grapples with the truth – a truth that sends shockwaves through the memories of their shared night. The physicality of that connection now feels like a betrayal, leaving Louis to question the sincerity of every shared moment they endured since because of what he was now seeing.