Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Twelve.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

"We’ll meet you down there in 5 minutes." Louis mumbled into his phone. That was our cue to start panicking. Everyone started running around the two rooms trying to get dressed really quickly. Niall finally got in touch with Liam. He also put his phone on speaker but we all stayed silent this time. "Liam, mate where are you?"

"On the beach."

"Can you meet us outside the girls’ hotel in about 5 minutes? It’s important." Niall pressed on.

"What? Why?" He sounded a little on edge.

"It’s life or death... literally! We’ll explain when we get there! Please hurry!" Niall hung up before Liam could answer.

I hope he shows up.

~

We were all standing at the spot Zayn described to us. Liam didn’t appear on time but Harry stayed to wait for him. He said he would tell him when he was on his own. They appeared a few minutes later, Liam’s face was pale. "I shouldn’t have let her go."

"It’s not your fault mate, its more mine than yours." Zayn mumbled, looking at the floor. Liam went to hit Zayn but Louis held him back. Liam mumbled a “sorry” and Zayn nodded.

"Listen guys, it’s nobody’s fault. Let’s just find her yeah? The hotel manager is already on the case. We just have to wait on the police getting here." Louis said letting go of Liam. Harry's arm found its way around my waist and pulled me into him tightly, as though he was scared of loosing me too. As if on cue, the police arrived. We all had to give statements, even though they were pretty much all the same. That’s Californian police for you. They informed us that a witness had seen the van they drove off in, but didn’t remember the registration on it.

Typical.

We all went back to the boys’ hotel. All we could do was wait. I tried to sleep but every time I was about to drift off, I imagined the scene and I would wake up crying. Harry was always there to comfort me. He was like my rock. Liam had gone for a walk to get some air and clear his head. The rest of us were watching TV although nobody was paying any attention to it. I was sitting on his lap with my arms around his neck, his around my waist when Louis got a call. It was from Liam.

Liam’s P.O.V.

I walked along the beach where I had spent the night. I didn’t sleep there though. I just sat on my phone all night looking at pictures of Meghan and I and reading through her tweets before we’d met. I started walking along a street full of cafes, tattoo shops, clothes shops and mini supermarkets. I stopped at the cafe where Meghan and I went for lunch the other day. I sat at a table outside when a waitress came over to me. "May I take your order?"

"Coke please." She went away and came back minutes later with my drink. I couldn’t help but listen to a conversation going on between two men sat behind me.

"I thought she would have struggled when we took her." One man said.

"She obviously cares about that fella she was in bed with." The other one said. Why were they being so loud about this? Surely a conversation like this takes place in an empty room, or at least a louder, busier place where less people are likely to hear you.

"That’s not even who I saw her with. He’s another one from that band."

Band?

"What are we going to do with her? We can’t leave her up above the cafe; someone will go looking for her. What if she wakes up?"

THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT MEGHAN! SHE’S IN THE FLAT ABOVE THE CAFE! I quickly pulled out my phone and called Louis. I had to talk in a whisper so they wouldn’t hear me. "What is it Liam?"