Boundless (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

Louis’ POV

“Where’s Hazza?” I fuss around as my bestmate isn’t back with Claire yet, and the show is about to start in a matter of minutes and they received no alert on anything. “I’ve tried calling like a million times and no answer,” Liam states as he was warming up for the show. “I’m starting to get worried,” Zayn tells us, like it wasn’t that obvious. There was silence in the atmosphere for a second as we think of a possible valid reason on why he hasn’t come back yet. Worry was making us sweat more than ever, and the show isn’t starting yet. As the youngest of the group, he tries not to live up to that name in the band, that’s why they consider Niall the youngest. He’s independent, but he always tells us why he’s not around. Out of all the members, we all worry about Harry most of the time, we should never leave him in a bar all alone, he might wander off with a chick minutes later and not inform us. But he ain’t like that anymore, not with Claire. He has grown to be more responsible when he first met her, and we’d thank her forever for making him change like that.

“Boys, you have to do the show without him,” Paul informs us and disappointed faces were passed on to the people in the room as we all breathed a heavy sigh. “Don’t worry lads, just do your show, we’ll find him,” He assured all of us and huddled in for a group hug. “It’s not the same without Harreh,” Niall sighs as we were all lined up to the side of the stage. Even Zayn says that it’s not the same with him doing Harry’s solos. Like there is that low, raspy voice missing in our harmonies.

A few minutes later, I hear them announce us as the crowd goes wild. We’re not One Direction tonight, were just four random lads, ready to run in there and pretend like there’s nothing, but the reality is our brother is lost somewhere.

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“Where’s Harry?” A girl up front screamed and that set the crowd even louder, asking the same question.

“Well, Harry couldn’t make it to the show tonight, he was sick, so he had to stay in bed.” Liam breaks it to the fans slowly and the whole venue went quiet for a second, giving it as a sign of their version of ‘get well Harry’. “What’s that? Harry says he loves you all!” I pretend that Haz is really telling me something from the backstage just to cheer the fans up, and the crowd erupts in screams and squeals again, the normal thing we should hear.

And with that, we sing the next song.

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Tonight's whole show wasn’t the best, that’s for sure. Not without Harry. We had to break the news to the fans, but we couldn’t just tell them that he went missing; the fandom will have a heart attack at the statement. We feel that the cheers went a bit low tonight, without Harry, everything went different. The main goal now that the show is over is that we need to get Harry back wherever he is, and he should be here by tomorrow or we’d die of worry.

We’ve searched everywhere, we’ve told the girls and asked them if they’ve seen him, so far no answer. We’ve even tried calling Claire, but no good, she’s also not answering. Maybe they’re in the same place. That’s probably safe, knowing he’s with someone we know. But where?

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“Look around boys,” Paul instructed us as he drives the car slowly. We’ve checked like a hundred clubs and bars in the area and they weren’t there. For God’s sake why does Harry always want to be far away?

Far away. That’s it.

“Give me the steering wheel Paul!” I jumped out from my seat as I started to fit the pieces to this mystery together. Everyone literally jumped all together as I shrieked the words, piercing their delicate ears. “We don’t have time for your reckless driving Lou; we’re here to find Harry,” Liam glared at me, he was serious as chiz. And from experience, they didn’t trust me when it came to driving, like I’d kill them.