In Touch - L.T 1D

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One

*Louis's P.O.V*

That's it. I've written my final letter to her. I'm not writing any more because I can't do it. It's takes me all day to work up the courage to write that letter, and even then, the page is splattered with tear stains and so many words are crossed out.

I place the pen down on the desk before putting my head in my hands, letting more tears escape my eyes. I can't believe it's been four months without her. This has been the longest and most brutal four months of my life.

I hate that the police have given up looking for her. I hate that I don't even know where she is. I hate that the last thing we did was fight. I hate waking up in the morning and realising that this is reality and not a dream.

I hate the fact that I've lost her.

But I don't know what else to do. I was, and still am, willing to pay a ransom to these people. Whoever they are. But the police don't want me too. They don't want them to think that it's okay to kidnap a innocent girl because they will get money for giving them back.

But I think it's stupid. She's been missing for four goddamn months! You would think that they would have found her by now but no. They haven't. They have barely even found a trace that she is missing. The only thing they found was her phone lying on the sidewalk.

I just want her back. The police say that they understand that I want her back but I need to be patient because they are doing the best they can. Obviously the best they can isn't good enough because they haven't found her yet and it's been four months.

The only thing they know for certain is that she is still in the country. They said that they check everything before it gets on the plane. All luggage. All boxes that are being sent off with goods to other countries. They check everything.

But there is still no sign of her.

"Louis? Mate, come on. We have to go," I hear someone sigh from right next to me.

I didn't even hear the door open. I guess I was just so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't realise someone had walked into the room. I do that a lot though. I become so deep in thought that I don't hear the boys talking to me. I know it drives them insane but I can't help it.

I look up to see Liam standing next to me, a sad smile on his lips, "I don't want to."

"I know you don't Lou. None of us do but we have to," Liam says quietly.

Stupid Simon organising this stupid interview. He should know by now that none of us are in the mood to go to any interviews. None of us want to do any concerts. None of us even want to be seen in public. Especially me. But he still makes us.

"I don't want to go Liam! I refuse. I'm not leaving this house. Simon knows that I'm taking this hard but he organised the interview anyway!" I exclaim while standing up and look Liam right in the eye.

"Lou. Listen to me mate," he says calmly as he places his hands on my shoulders, "This is just as hard for us as it is for you. None of us want to go to this interview but we know we have to. We have to do it for the fans mate."

Sighing, I realise he's right. We have to do it for the fans. The last four months, the fans have been nothing but supportive and understanding. For the past four months, the hashtag #ComehomeMimi has been trending as number one. Every single day for the past four months all because our fans are trying to be supportive.

I feel a few more tears slide down my hollow cheeks, "I guess you're right Li."

"I'm sorry Lou," he mumbles before bringing me in for a hug.

The boys and I never used to be that big on hugging and talking about our feelings, but ever since Mimi went missing, I swear that's all we ever do. It's comforting to know that I'm not going through this torment alone. It would be a million times worse without the boys, even though I don't know if that is possible.

"Come on. We better get going," Liam says while pulling away and walking out the door.

I stand there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down. I hear the door move so I look up and see Harry standing in the doorway, his curls hanging limply around his face. I send him a small smile but I fear it looks more like a grimace.

"Hi Hazza."

"Hey Boo. You okay?"

"No. I can't believe we have another interview. Doesn't Simon understand that I don't want to do anything right now except find her," he growl.

"Louis, he does know that but he says that we have to do this. He said that there are only a few more interviews before our break starts, then we are free to mope around the house all day and look for her," Harry explains as he leans against the door frame.

"Yeah sure," I mumble absentmindedly.

"Come on Lou. Just go get ready. May as well get it over and done with as quickly as possible," he sighs before walking out of the room.

I guess he's right. The quicker I get ready, the quicker we will be there and the quicker the interview will be over. I jump out of my chair before quickly getting changed into something that isn't sweats. Grabbing a comb, I run it through my hair, hoping that it looks half decent. Lou will fix it when we get to the interview anyway.

I quickly head into my bathroom, splashing cold water on my cheeks in order to get rid of the tear stains that may as well have taken permanent residence on my skin. I let out a long sigh, preparing myself for a couple hours of pure torture.

Hey guys. I'm so sorry that this is up so late. First off, I didn't have time before school, then I was at school late and now I'm waiting for our internet to stop being stupid. I'm updating on my phone because I know that you guys want to read this new chapter so yeah.

So, comment what you think about this chapter, whether you like it or not, what your thoughts are, what you feel about Louis being sad. 

QOTC: Would you rather only eat pickles or never eat chocolate again?

As much as I love love love chocolate, I would rather never eat chocolate again because I really really hate pickles so yeah.

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~TJ xoxoxoxo