'Cause You Are My One And Only

Chapter 11 - I Won't Hush

**** Hello all! Sorry I've taken so long for this update, it's been super busy. I'm having a bit of writers block, I think I know where I want to take this story but I need some opinions. If you could take one minute and leave a short review it would help me so much! Enjoy chapter 11! ****

I sat in front of Harrys open suitcase, digging and searching.

I know it's in here! I thought to myself. I felt along the seam at the back of the bag, my hand dippping into a small pocket. I was about to pull my arm away and continue my search when my fingers brushed against something cold. 

I removed my hand, grasping the unknown object. It came out long and thin, a delicate silver chain dangling from my fingers. On the end was a paper airplane pendant. It was one of Harrys old necklaces, for the longest time he never let it out of his sight. I remember the day I told him it was one of my favourite things of his, only weeks before he left for this tour. After that I never saw it again...

As it danced and sparkled in the light something caught my eye, an engraving on the right wing. Strange, that wasn't there before, I noted. Upon closer inspection it read "H&C❤." I held it out further inspecting it; the chain was different, it was shorter, more intricate, and clearly made for a girl. I threw my hand back into the same pocket, I found the small box the necklace had fell out of and with it, a small note reading "To my girl, xx."

I bit my lip, grasping the necklace to my chest. I was shocked, he did this for me? "Sneaky bastard." I muttered as a mix between a sob and a laugh escaped my mouth. 

I brushed away my tears, and clasped the gift around my own neck as my thoughts drifted back to the cheeky, curly haired boy the necklace had once belonged to. I would treasure this forever. Yet, I forced myself out of my daydream, I had to focus. 

I looked under the stacks of clothes until finally my fingers found it, I pulled it out. Harrys black Playbook.

It was time. No more hiding, no more cover stories, the world had to know what was going on. I knew deep in my heart confessing to the public of Harrys disappearance was the right thing to do. Thats why things had felt so wrong with Alec. Besides how could having millions of people on the look-out not be the right thing? Since no-one else seemed to agree with me, I needed to take matters into my own hands. I needed something simple and quick to reach the mass... Twitter.

I didn't know Harrys Twitter password to access his account, and it was pointless to use my own, this tweet had to come directly from the source to stir up as much talk as possible. My last hope lied with the small tablet now sitting on my lap. I knew for a fact Harry didn't use it often, therefore he never bothered to log out of any of his applications. I just prayed the last time he used it wasn't an exception.

As it started up I played with the small plane around my neck, my hands had started shaking in anticipation and I couldn't seem to calm down. I tapped the Twitter app and held my breathe.

It opened.

I sighed as I recongnized his icon, my plan was working. I started to compose a new tweet, it had to be perfect, clear to understand and short;

"Attention: There has been a terrible accident, Harry has been kidnapped and we ask for anyone with information to come forward immediatly. This is NOT a joke." 

I sat thinking for a long while, this isas good as it was going to get, I thought. With my heart in my throat, I clicked the send button. I figured I head a good 25-30 seconds before management saw and deleted my tweet, I could only pray enough people would see it before then.

I had barely counted to 27 before the tweet in front of me disappeared, a frantic knock sounding at my door.

Damn, they're fast, I thought to myself.

I got up, suddenly quite nervous. The adreneline in my system fading away, I guess I hadn't totally thought of the consequences of my actions. It was me versus the entire L.A police force.

It was Louis standing at my door. His eyes were wild with panic, Eleanor was directly behind him peering over his shoulder. He pushed past me, locking the door behind him. "What did you do?!" He demanded.

"Who said I did anything?" I asked crossing my arms. He dropped his weight on one hip and raised his eyebrows at me. "Fine." I sighed. "It was me, its time everyone knew-"

"Its not that Carly! Don't you see?" He tried to keep his voice steady. "If I had it my way there would have been posters plastered on every surface throughout all of California long ago! This is bigger than us, we don't get to call the shots-"

"I am SICK of waiting Lou! I am SICK of people telling me I can't do anything to help him! I need him back!  I can't stand this anymore!" I screamed.

I wasn't mad at Louis, my anger was directed to everyone in "charge" of this situation, nothing was coming from their actions and I was so tired of hearing "we just need to wait it out." Up until now I had tried my best to keep my emotions in check when other people were around. They knew I was upset, but the didn't need to see my tears. And trust me, there were a lot of them.

I fell to my knees, pulling my arms into my body as the unbearable grief flooded over me. Louis knelt beside me, placing his hand on my back, uncertain of what to do. Eleanor grabbed a hold of my hand and helped me through my break down. 

"Shhh, babe, it's ok," she said in a soothing tone as sobs racked through my body.

"What if they send her home?!" Louis questioned in a hushed voice to El.

"They won't, she's a big girl she can make her own-" but before the words left her mouth she was cut off by an assertive knock on the door.

"Shit." Louis muttered.

Shit. I thought to myself.

**** Uh-oh... What do you think is going to happen? Please comment and vote!! (Also if you didn't notice I decided to add names to the chapters!) xx ****