Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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HARRY'S POV

The drive back to Niall's was only about five minutes, but each ticking second, my heart ached more and more at the thought of Kayla sobbing. And it's all because of him.

When I pull up to Niall's flat, the horrid parked car was missing.

Good, I thought.

I scrambled out of my car and sprinted to Niall's front door step. I peeked in the house, but no one was in sight.

"Kayla?" I call out. "Are you here?"

No response.

My mind flashes back to the parked car by the curb. It all makes sense now. When Niall was here, it was parked. Now that they're gone, so is the car. That was Niall's car. Now it's missing.

The first instinct I had was to call Levi again. Of course! He found him this time, he can find him again!

"What the fuck, man?" he laughs. "Miss me already?"

I huff into the phone speaker. "Levi, they're gone. You need to track down that number again. I need to find him. He has Kayla."

A few keyboard typing noises later, Levi updates me. "It's not working!"

"What in bloody hell are you talking about, Levi? I need this fucking address and I need it NOW." My blood is literally boiling at this point.

"Nothing is coming up, Styles, what else do you expect me to do?" I can practically feel Levi rolling his eyes right now.

"Levi," I reason, "you're Levi. You can do fucking anything but you can't pull a few strings and find out where the fuck Niall and Kayla are? Knock some sense into your shit of a brain, jackass, and track me this number down. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" I use a bit of a child voice at the end, but I don't care anymore.

"You can't hurt my feelings through the phone or guilt me into continuing this."

Is he fucking serious? "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes. I am very serious."

"What do you want, Levi? Money? Huh?" He's really pissing me off.

"Well, that's what he gave me."

"What's that supposed to mean? Who gave you money? Niall? Serious?" I can't believe Niall knew I used Levi. Well, then again, it must've been pretty obvious because how else would I know the Unknown Number was Niall?

"I've said all I can, bud. But let me tell you, it'll be hard to beat."

I sigh, "How much do you want? A hundred?"

A cackle escapes his mouth. "A hundred? We're men, so let's talk like them. No baby talk."

"How much did he give you?"

"A thousand."

All air escapes my lungs. A thousand?

"I can't pay a thousand fucking euros! I don't have that much money to throw around like this!"

"Well, then I'm afraid we can't do this."

"Why are you doing this to me, Levi? I've known you since we were children!" I can feel a giant lump approaching my throat. Now's not the time to get all wimpy and cry.