Your Touch

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 (Liam’s P.O.V.)

                I haven’t seen Hannah in over two weeks and she has barely been texting me back. I was really begin to worry about her. I looked down at my phone, tossing around whether I should try and get a hold of her again. I decided it couldn’t hurt.

                Hey r u doing ok?

                I know I should have just asked how she was, but I wanted to know if she was okay. That was what really mattered.

                I looked at my phone, staring at it for at least five minutes. I wanted to see her reply, but I know it wasn’t going to come. I sighed as I leaned my head back. Did I do something to make her mad at me? I really hoped that wasn’t the case. I didn’t want to lose her.

                “You know staring at your phone isn’t going to make it work any faster.” I heard from my doorway. I looked to see Harry leaning on my doorframe like he always did.

                “I know,” I sighed, forcing myself to put my phone down.

                “What’s up?” he asked as he sat down on the side of my bed. “The boys and I are starting to worry about you.”

                “Just worrying about Hannah.” I replied. I felt bad for making the others worry. I was the one that was called Daddy Direction. I was supposed to be the one worrying about the others, not the other way around.

                “I know.” Harry said, “Why don’t you go over to her place and see how she is?”

                I looked at him, “I don’t want to just barge in on her like that.”

                “Well, it’s not like she’s leaving you much choice.”

                I looked at him. He was right. The only way I was going to see Hannah was if I went to her. I had to stop just sitting around, waiting for her to get back with me. I needed to make a move.

                I sat up, “You know, you’re right.”

                Harry looked at me, “Did I just hear that right?”

                I chuckled, “Yes, Harry. For once in your life, I told you that you were right.”

                I had to hold back my laughter as he began ran around everywhere, yelling how I had said that he was right to everyone else. He looked like the happiest nineteen year old in the world. I watched him for a moment, before I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.

                It was about a twenty minute walk to Hannah’s place from ours. I decided that I would just walk, instead of going for the forty minute cab ride. I passed by many people in the street, hoping that none of them would notice who I was. I really hoped the hood and sunglasses would be enough to hide me. the good thing about LA was that a lot of the people here were already famous, so they didn’t have the freak outs that fans normally did. I think that was why the boys and I decided to spend our break in the US here. We could relax, have fun, and work at a nearby studio. It just seemed to make sense.

                I could see her building now. I really hoped that she was home when I got there, which was only a few minutes later.

                “Hannah?” I questioned as I knocked on her door. I waited for the door to open, but it didn’t.

                “Hannah?” I knocked again. I strained my ears, trying to listen for any movement from inside. I heard nothing. I sighed. Why wasn’t she coming to the door? I started to panic. Maybe she was hurt or someone had followed her home and …

                “Can I help you?”

                I turned to see an old lady sitting her head out of the door next to Hannah’s. I was startled by her at first, but I decided to take her up on her offer.

                “Could you tell me if the girl living here is okay?” I pointed to Hannah’s door as I asked.

                The old lady nodded, “The last I saw her, she looked fine, but that was weeks ago. Her and her friends were leaving to go somewhere and I haven’t seen her since.”

                “Oh,” I said to myself. Hannah had left and gone somewhere and that was why she couldn’t hang out with me. But why hadn’t she told me, it wasn’t like I would have gotten mad or anything.

                “Thank you.” I nodded to the old lady. She gave me a small smile before disappearing just as if she was never there. I sighed as I took another look at Hannah’s door before heading home.

                Out on the street, I decided not to chance the whole walk thing, so I caught a cab. In thirty minutes, I could see our building. I told the driver to stop there and I handed him some money and told him to keep the change. I didn’t want him to know where I was staying if he had figured out who I was. I was ridiculous how many times we had been sold out by cab drivers.

                “I’m back.” I said as I walked into our flat, or I guess apartment because we’re in America.

                “Hey.” I heard a familiar voice sound from the couch.

                I turned to see Tracey sitting on the couch with Louis as Niall and Harry sat nearby. I hung my jacket up before finding a seat.

                “Hey.” I replied. I was a little curious to why she was here if Hannah and her friends had left. If Tracey was here, then where was Hannah?

                “I heard you’ve been worried about Hannah.” It was almost like she had read my mind. I looked at her and nodded.

                She sighed, “I didn’t think she told you.”

                I was really confused now. What had Hannah forgotten to tell me?

                “What?” I asked. It was really the only thing that I could say.

                “Her and Bri got roles in a movie and they’re off filming.” She sighed, before mumbling to herself, “I knew she was going to do this.”

                I was overjoyed, “She got a spot in a movie?!”

                She nodded to me, a smile on her face. I couldn’t be happier for Hannah. I knew how much she loved to act. This must have been the greatest thing in the world for her. But still, why did Tracey have to tell me? Why didn’t Hannah?