Rule Number One

Chapter Sixteen- Where is she?

We all have that one person, that no matter how many times they break your heart, you still love them. ~Anonymous

Brooklyn's POV-

Paparazzi snapped several photos of me being picked up by Heath, but I didn't care anymore. It's not like Harry and I were dating so it didn't really matter. 

"What did that asshole do to you?" Heath asked genuinely concerned.

I laughed, "It's not a big deal, I just didn't really want to be there anymore."

He nodded and we were quiet for several minutes. It started to get a bit awkard and I sighed loudly to fill the silence.

Heath hands tightened on the steering wheel, "I am really sorry about what I did Brooklyn. I miss you."

I sighed, "I miss you too. I don't fully forgive you for what you did, but I would love to be friends with you again. I don't want to loose our friendship."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I'm serious, if you ever need anything I'm here for you. Okay?"

I nodded, "Thanks for picking me up Heath. I really appreciate it."

He smiled, "Anytime. Do you want me to drop off at your house?"

I looked down at my hands, "Not really."

He thought for a moment, "You can always stay with me." That's one thing I liked about Heath. He never questioned me, he just accepted me. With Harry I felt like he could see right through me into my soul and that scared me. Sometimes it was just way to much.

"Thanks. I think I'm gonna take you up on that offer." To be honest I called Heath just to piss off Harry, but being around Heath made me feel slightly better. I just needed some comfort from a friend I had known for a long time, and Heath was just right for that.

Harry's POV-

My phone rang and I looked at the ID. It was Zayn, "Hey Harry do you know where Brooklyn is?"

"No. I haven't seen her since like right at the beginning of the party. Why?" 

"Lily called me and asked if I knew where she was. She didn't come home last night and she isn't answering her phone. She assumed that she had slept over with you."

"Uhh no she didn't, I was with Vanessa. Will you call me when you find out where she is?" I asked slightly worried.

"Okay I will! Bye mate." With that he hung up. 

I was actually kind of worried. I had spent the night with Vanessa, a girl I had been seeing recently, trying to forget about Brooklyn. I almost kissed Brooklyn about five times when we were alone in my bedroom. It was so hard being around her, trying to push my strong feelings about her. I loved everything about her, and I wanted her to be mine. I wondered where she went. I kind of felt guilty about last night now. I mean I left her alone at a party where she didn't know anyone. Last time I saw here she was talking to Ali. 

Wait, maybe Ali knew where she went, or could at least help, I thought. I walked over to Niall's room and knocked on the door, because it was locked. After a couple of minutes of knocking finally a shirtless Niall came to answer to door. "What do you want you bastard? I'm trying to sleep!"

I laughed, "Sorry Niall I just have to ask Ali something. Is she in there?"

He nodded and opened the door. Ali walked out of the bathroom wearing one of Niall's long tshirts which looked like a dress on her small body. "Did I hear my name?" She asked.