Speak [Narry]

Chapter 5

I have extreme writer's block for this story, so I'm putting it on 'Slow Updates'. Sorry :(

Also, this chapter isn't very long, but I really wanted to get an update in for you guys.

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Harry wasn't really sure where to start looking for Niall. What's the best option at this point? He wondered. He decided to call Niall's mum again.

When Mrs. Horan answered, she was in tears. "Oh, Harry, he's gone. My baby's gone."

"Mrs. Horan?" He asked. He hadn't even gotten to say hello. Harry guessed she'd checked the caller I.D this time around.

"Niall's gone, Harry. He's gone." Mrs. Horan choked. She wiped away years from her cheeks, sniffling.

"I-I know Mrs. Horan." Harry said. He wishes he could give Mrs. Horan a hug, but he had more important things to do right now. "I was just calling to see if maybe you'd seen him?"

"No, I . . . I haven't. He gave me a letter, but he didn't tell me where he went. He only told me a secret he'd kept for me." Mrs. Horan sobbed.

"A letter?" Harry asked, suddenly interested. "What about Bobby? Greg? Did they get letters, too?"

"I think so, yes." Mrs. Horan had gotten gradually calmer talking to Harry, but she was still crying.

"Mrs. Horan, I know it's a lot to asked, but . . ." Harry paused for just a moment. "can I have those letters? Please?"

"What?" Mrs. Horan seemed upset now. "Y-you want my letter? M-my son is probably dead, and you're interested in my secrets?!"

"It's not like that!" Harry said. "I'm looking for Niall, and I'm going to help him, but I can't do either of those things if I don't have the letters he's written to everyone. Please. I'm not going to spread your secrets or judge you or anything, I just . . . I need to find him."

Mrs. Horan hesitated a moment. "Yes. Alright. I'll get Bobby and Greg's letters, I'll send them all to you. If it means Niall will be alright-"

"He will." Harry promised, more or less trying to convince himself it was true.

"Alright." Mrs. Horan hung up, then. Harry checked twitter, hoping Niall had been spotted somewhere, but he hadn't. He realized, though, that the fans didn't even know he was gone. He decided he'd tweet about it. The fans could help.

Niall's disappeared! Help me and the boys find him? Please? #FindNiall

#FindNiall was trending within minutes. Most of the tweets promised to look for him, and the others were just curious or shocked.

He didn't want to see Louis right now, and he didn't know what to do until he got Niall's family's letters. Who else could have gotten a letter from him? Who else could have hurt him?

Harry checked twitter. Someone had said she saw Niall in Ireland, but no, that was a week ago when Niall went to visit his family. Did they get their letters then?

Someone said he was in Russia, but there was no picture or anything. A girl called Ruby saw him in France, and there was a picture attatched. It was one Harry had never seen before.

What is Niall doing in France?

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Niall was on his phone again. #FindNiall was trending and Harry had started it. Why? Harry doesn't care, does he?

"Fuck," He muttered. Someone tweeted a picture of him, only a few moments ago, when he was sitting up under the tree he was still under. He hadn't bothered to get a hotel room yet, and he couldn't now that he'd been spotted.

He really thought France was a good idea, but it obviously wasn't. Where else was there to go?

He got up and began walking around. He ducked into a clothes store and bought some glasses and a hat. It wouldn't help him much as a disguise, but he guessed it was better than nothing.

Where to go? He kept asking himself. He needed a shower at the moment, but he couldn't check into a hotel room. Maybe just for tonight?

Tonight, He decided. I'll stay just for tonight. Tomorrow, I split this stupid city. I've already been spotted.

So he walked down the street with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He checked into a nice hotel for the night. He wondered if he was safe here.

He took a shower and got in bed, closing his eyes against the feeling that he was going to get caught.