Half a heart

Night Changes

Harry's POV:

Me and the rest of the boys were watching a movie together. It's been great not being on tour, just being able to hang out as just us boys has been great. Me and Louis came out as a couple, and we've never been happier.

We love each other, and that's what matters most. We were happy when Niall, Liam, and Zayn said they supported us. They had a feeling that something was going on between me and Louis, but they just didn't want to speculate anything.

We were about halfway into the movie when Niall's phone started to ring obnoxiously loud. He stepped out into the hallway and took the call.

Niall's sudden departure from the room broke the comfortable silence that had settled over us. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Louis, wondering what could be so urgent to pull him away from our movie night.

As we waited for Niall to return, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. My mind raced with possibilities, each more concerning than the last. Was it bad news? An emergency?

When Niall finally reentered the room, his expression was grave, sending a ripple of tension through the air.

I couldn't help but voice my concern. "Who was that on the phone? It sounded very serious," I asked, my voice tinged with worry.

Niall hesitated for a moment before responding, his words carrying a weight I couldn't quite decipher. "That was Detective Sam from the police station," he explained. "They have an urgent case that needs immediate placement. There's a young lad waiting down at the police station."

My heart sank at the news. The thought of a child in need stirred something deep within me, igniting a desire to help in any way I could.

I glanced at Louis, his expression mirroring my own concern. Without hesitation, he spoke up, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

"We should go get the young lad now," Louis said, already moving to put on his shoes. His determination spurred the rest of us into action, and soon we were all ready to head out the door.

As we piled into the car and made our way to the police station, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension.

What awaited us at the station? And how would this young lad's presence change our lives? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain - we were ready to offer him the support and care he so desperately needed.

As we drove to the police station, the tension inside the car was palpable. I glanced at Louis, who was sitting beside me, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand.

Louis gave me a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I just can't shake this feeling of worry," he admitted. "What do you think this young lad has been through?"

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly. "But we're going to be there for him now. That's what matters."

Louis nodded, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. "You're right," he said, determination shining through. "We'll make sure he knows he's not alone."

The rest of the car ride passed in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. When we finally arrived at the police station, the rest of us head inside and wait around reception while Liam parks the car...