Liam’s POV
I wasn’t angry with Mia. How could I be angry with someone whom I loved? I was just frustrated and scared. My thoughts raced as all sorts of questions filled my mind. Where was she right now? Was she OK? Was she hurt? What had that kid said to her?
I didn’t notice how tightly I was gripping Niall’s shoulders until her winced, trying to pull out of my grasp. “Sorry Niall,” I told him, letting go and stuffing my hands in my pockets instead. The blonde sighed, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground.
“Liam, mate I’m really sorry for keeping it from you but I promised. I promised Mia not to tell.” I nodded at Niall. “It’s OK. I understand I just… I can’t believe she left. Do you know if she’s alright?” My eyes rose to meet Niall’s, and I was shocked at his terrified expression.
“No. She hasn’t contacted me in three days, and she’s not replying to my texts. I honestly have no idea where she is.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair. The only sounds filling the room was the clicks of Zayn’s phone as he texted and the soft buzz of fans outside. Niall watched me, trying to decipher my expression. I said nothing, walking away from the guys to glance out the window. The breeze had picked up, leaving stay leaves to float in the evening air. Maybe I could sneak out with one of the other boys and fly to Illinois. I would find her. I would make sure she was fine.
“Guys… I think you should see this.” Zayn’s voice suddenly broke the silence. Niall and I glanced at each other when we heard the panic in the other boy’s tone. “What is it?” I walked over, glancing at the screen of Zayn’s phone. He was on twitter, and there was a picture of a girl with tall buildings in the background. Something was off.
I looked closer, realizing that there was a taxi standing sideways next to the girl, who was lying lifeless on the ground. My thoughts raced as I saw her face. My breathing stopped, and I felt my heart rip straight down the middle.
Lying there, in her own pool of blood, was not other than Mia.
Mia’s POV
Three days had passed since my arrival in Illinois. I met with Seth, explaining to him that the person he punched was the famous Harry Styles, and he was now in a coma. Seth seemed shocked, at the most. What pissed me off was that I was not able to receive an apology. It was the least the boy could do.
I had threatened him before leaving, informing him that if he ever came close to Alice, Jess, or the boys again, I would personally call the police and have him thrown in jail. He was lucky to get away this time.
It was a beautiful afternoon in Chicago, and I decided to hang around the city I loved. I had not told Niall when I would be getting back, but my plan was to catch a flight tomorrow and surprise them in some way. They all needed cheering up at the moment. A part of me wondered how Harry was doing. I sent a silent prayer that he would be alright.
My taxi driver was a young man who constantly tried flirting with me. It was beyond annoying. No matter how many times I mentioned that I had a boyfriend, he continued his sassy remarks and catcalls. I kept telling myself that we were almost there, thinking of Liam and ignoring the pressing man. Why couldn’t people just keep to themselves?
“So how about you let me give you a tour, babe? We could grab a coffee or something and walk around.” I gasped as the car stopped in the middle of the road, the brunette with shiny blue eyes turning around in the driver’s seat to look at me. “What the hell are you doing? Go! We’re in the middle of traffic!” I gaped at him, my eyes wide. He shrugged his shoulders, pulling the keys out of the ignition and rattling them in his fingers.
