Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Worried Brothers

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The day had started out fine. More than fine, actually—it had been one of those rare, blessed days off where the band could relax, recharge, and pretend for a little while that they weren't international superstars. They all knew Y/N and Lou had planned to make the most of it, venturing out to explore the foreign city, and shops, and enjoy some girl time before the chaos of another concert.

The boys had been happy for her at breakfast, teasing her about how many bags she'd bring back or how much Lou might convince her to dye her hair a bold color. But as the hours passed, their good-natured teasing gave way to restlessness.

By mid-afternoon, the atmosphere in their shared flat had become noticeably tense.

"Anything yet?" Liam asked, leaning against the doorframe to the living room. His arms were crossed, his foot tapping against the floor.

Louis didn't even look up from his phone, scrolling through their group chat to see if he'd somehow missed a message. "Nope. The last text was at noon, saying they were headed to lunch."

"That was four hours ago," Harry pointed out from the couch, his voice unusually tight. His usual carefree demeanor was nowhere to be found as he flipped his phone in his hands.

"I've tried texting her twice," Niall added, pacing near the window. "And I've called. Straight to voicemail."

Liam frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't she say she'd check in after lunch?"

"Exactly," Louis said, his tone sharper than he intended. "She always checks in. What if something's happened?"

"She's with Lou," Zayn interjected from his spot on the floor, where he was sketching in his notebook. Though his voice was calm, there was an edge of concern in his eyes. "They're probably just caught up in whatever they're doing. You know how they get when they're shopping."

"Yeah, but she doesn't just ignore us," Harry argued, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "What if someone recognized her? What if they got mobbed?"

Niall paused his pacing to turn toward the group. "Or what if they're lost? This city's massive, and neither of them speaks the language."

Liam held up a hand, trying to inject some logic into the conversation. "Okay, let's not jump to conclusions. It's possible her phone died, or she's just too busy to check it."

Louis shook his head, his jaw clenched. "No way. Even if her phone died, Lou's got hers. One of them would've called. Something's not right."

"Calm down, Lou. Let's give them a break." Zayn chimed in, his eyes fixed on his sketchpad, though there was an obvious worry in his voice too.

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By hour five, the boys were officially panicking.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," Louis muttered, standing abruptly and beginning to pace the length of the living room. "We need to call Paul or something. What if—what if they got into trouble? What if—"

"Don't finish that sentence," Harry cut in, though his own voice was strained. He ran a hand through his hair and stared down at his phone like he could will it to buzz with a message.