ELLE

Our girl

Noah's POV

It has been a week since the crash.

A week since I last seen my best friend.

Louis and I had been discharged from the hospital the next day. He fractured his foot and is gonna have a nasty scar on his head soon.

New years had came and gone. We didn't celebrate.

I had been ignoring my friends ever since but that didn't stop them from spamming my phone with messages, messages that I hadn't brought myself to read yet.

They must have seen the missing posters I had hung up all around town by now.

Louis told me it was useless, that it was mafia business and the police couldn't do shit but missing posters were all I could contribute and I needed to do something.

And with his fractured foot, the only way Louis could contribute was calling everyone he knows and checking over surveillance footage from the crash.

We hadn't seen much of the oldest two since the hospital. They were always at the warehouse, the only time they're home is when they catch a few hours sleep.

Levi hadn't left his room, I've been delivering the food Mo and Marie have made to his door.

Louis is obsessively watching the footage again at the table. They had already tracked the car, it was found abandoned only 20 minutes away from the crash, in a field with no cameras.

I make Louis and I a smoothie, he's not been taking care of himself.

I know he blames himself for what happened, for them taking her and I don't think his last interaction with Elle before she was kidnapped is helping.

The doorbell rings and before I can even make my way to the door Jo barges through.

"One of you Fraser kids got kidnapped and you leave the door unlocked?" she says.

The bags under her eyes look identical to the ones I've been seeing on my brothers' faces this past week.

"We're not having visitors" Louis mutters from the kitchen.

Jo follows the voice, brushing past me and enters the kitchen.

"I don't give a shit, what do you know?" Jo asks, slamming her hands down on the table in front of Louis, who doesn't even spare her a glance.

She's so full of rage.

When no one answers her it fuels her even more. She slams Louis' laptop closed, finally gaining his attention.

She's brave, especially for a 12 year old.

"You don't think I don't know that your family run the mafia? Tell me what's going on" She said, her voice breaking at the end. She sits down at the table, covering her face with her hands.

When Louis still doesn't reply, I take her hand and she shoots me a glare, snatching it back but following me into the living room anyway.

We take a seat on the couch and I'm reminded of the last time she was here, sitting on this very sofa, on Christmas eve.

I wish we could rewind life back to that night.