Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Twenty-Three

Harry POV

I stared into the distance while Liam was talking about our schedule. Zayn was back from his honeymoon and he was always smiling, he seemed a lot happier now that he was married to his 'one and only'. Lucky bastard.

Liam was rambling on about something, I don't know and I didn't really care either. I wasn't as sad now, knowing that Amelia was free, and that she'll be able to keep her and her mother alive if I kept giving her money. It wasn't like I was going to need it all so what's the point when you can give it to someone else that does need it.

"Harry, pay attention. Do you even know what we're talking about?" Liam said, stopping his ongoing speech to snap me out of my trance.

"No. I don't know what you are talking about, but it's not like I care anyway." I said, not even trying to be insulting, just trying to get the attention off of me.

"Harry, seriously. You can't keep doing this, we've tried to help you but you don't even care because you'd rather think about Amelia, the girl who f*cking kidnapped you-"

"Liam settle down, we have to go easy on him remember?"

"NO! I'm sick of having to put up with his sh*t! He's love struck over his kidnapper but does nothing about and he doesn't see how his attitude affects the people around him." He directed his full attention back to me.

"Pull your sh*t together Harry. Either get over her, or chase her like a tiger chases prey. I don't care. Do something to get the Harry that we know and love back because we are up to the moon and back with your mood." He said.

Liam's words came flying in like a typhoon. But I just didn't know what to do, what to even say back to him. Eventually, I decided to speak and I did.

"Thanks for that lecture." I said, getting up and out of Liam's hotel room and back into mine.

I filled up and turned on the kettle, getting out a teacup and the box of chamomile tea.

Louis POV

"Guys, he's not going to get over her, I just know it." I said, looking worried at the other three.

"I agree, I mean have you seen how hung up he is over this girl? He's not going to be happy unless he has her in his arms." Niall added.

Liam sighed, "well if he's not going to get over her, but he's not going to chase her, we'll just have to chase her for him."

"But how's that going to work, he may love her, but the poor guy was kidnapped by her, he's not going to forgive her like that." I said, snapping my fingers.

"Well what if we were to bring her here and get her to apologize, you know, meaning it and everything. Then we can let him decide if he's going to spend his whole life sulking over it or if he's going to, as they say, tap dat ass." Zayn said.

"Very funny, Malik." I said.

"No, I'm serious. I think that would work." Zayn said.

"Niall agrees." Niall chirped.

"All those who think that we should do that say I." I said, all four of us saying 'I' simultaneously.

"But wait. How are we going to find where she lives?" Liam asked.

"Dude, we're the biggest boy band in the world, there's not much we can't do." I said, smiling big at the boys.

"Let's do it." Niall said.

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It didn't take much to get what we needed and soon we were back in the car, heading towards the exit of London that lead to where Amelia lived.