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New York City

(Meanwhile)

"Are you going?" I heard harry ask me but I was too scared to answer and noticed I was staring at the laptop for too long.

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"Hey, El. You can take your time, we're not rushing on it anyway." Harry added.

"No. It's okay. I was just thinking what could happen. Let's go." I replied back, though I wasn't sure enough if I could hold on to what I've said just a few seconds ago.

"Let's go?" Harry's eyebrows curled as if my decision made him so unsure.

"Yes, Harry. Let's go."

"We're going to New York? That's like a 2 hour drive from here."

"Yes. I know. Please?"

"uhhh.. okay.. New York City... Okay, um, pack up stuff incase."

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BEFORE

Surprise! The lights from the house flashed, confetti was thrown, a lot of pink balloons were hanging on the ceiling and of course, my family, my friends, and Louis and his family was there.

Happy Birthday Elora!

It was the perfect birthday celebration. It's simple, not too expensive, and all of the people I love are there, for me.

"Happy birthday, hun." Louis smiled going towards me while bringing a cake and kissed me in the forehead.

"Thank you. I didn't expect this."

"Anything for you."

"I love you."

I suddenly felt the screeching pain in my heart. But I wanted to—

"Babe, are you okay?" Louis asked with his eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

xxx

(PRESENT)

Me and Harry have been driving for almost an hour and half and it's half past four. The GPA instructed to turn a few more streets away and finally we got into the exact location of where the phone of Louis is coming from.

Harry parked the car in front of the huge gate with full of embossed carvings in it and we're pretty sure we can't go inside the residence. 

It's a mansion.

My heart suddenly felt the rapid throbbing while we go nearer towards the gate and it almost made me want to faint. 

Harry slightly pushed the black gate and it was unlocked.

"I think we can get in, there's no guards around as far as I notice." Harry turned his face to me gesturing that we could enter the place.

I just nodded, wanting to back out, but I didn't. I couldn't. 

What if it was my Louis who's in there? 

Soon as we got in front of the huge door after a minute of walk from the gate which probably felt the longest walk in my entire life, Harry soon then pressed the doorbell placed along side the white door.

Everything about this place is huge, the gate is huge, this white door in front of us is huge, and the mansion itself is hugely amazing. It surrounded the place with different kinds of beautiful flowers you could ever imagine, sculptures along the sidewalk and pricey tables and chairs waiting for someone to be seated on. I wonder who lives in the beautiful yet boring place.

The door opened and,

"How may I help you?" The old, who seemingly is kind woman approached us asking why we're here while she wiped her hands from her uniform. I assumed that she's one of the maids.

"Oh, we're just uhm, looking for Louis? Louis Tomlinson? Is he around?" Harry talked for me. 

Hearing his name makes my muscles and body feel numb and crashing.

"I'm not sure he doesn't want any visitors as of the moment." the maid replied quickly as if she was worried or scared or something.

"May I ask why is that? We flew here for about 2 hours and it's actually important." Harry eagerly responded to the maid.

The maid, who seemed so hesitant and bewildered by how we seem so desperate to know, she simply replied, 

"He doesn't know who he is, after almost a week it happened, he came back here not knowing who he is," she said, tilting her head from side to side, not sure if she's supposed to share the information.

"he's so confused and came back with bruises and blood on his face, " the maid continued as seeing the memory on the expression on her face, " we even had to call his doctor and stitch up the wound which caused the severe bleeding. But, when he came back here he was saying something and he just colla--"

"LYDIA! WHO THE HELL IS IN THERE?" A guy's voice filled through the thick air that surrounded the three of us.

I know that voice. It's his.