The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

A Missing Mate

Chapter Fifteen

Zayn's P.O.V.

I breathed in deeply after waking. The room was flooded with early morning sunlight. My nose was assaulted by the smell of Lena's Lemon & Lime shampoo. I inhaled the scent happily and wriggled under the covers a little more. I held Lena tightly; I felt like the happiest guy in the world.

About five or ten minutes later, I discovered I would be unable to get back to sleep. So I carefully rolled my sleeping girlfriend over and snuck out of our bedroom into the living room, heading towards the attached kitchen.

"Morning, Harry," I mumbled tiredly in the direction of the couch. I opened the fridge and pulled out a milk carton, drinking straight from it. I leaned against the counter, watching the back of the couch intently. I had received no reply to I repeated impatiently, "Morning, Harry."

Again, there was no reply. Slightly irritated, I took a large gulp from my milk carton and slammed it on the counter before skulking over to the couch. I looked over the top down at the cushions and saw nothing other than a deep crease where Harry had sat the night before.

Confused, I checked the other chair, the floor, underneath the table, couch and chair and the bathroom, including the bath-tub. There was no sign of him.

Now slightly worried, I lightly tapped on Niall, Louis and Liam's door before quietly turning the door knob. I counted three sleeping bodies. Not caring about their sleep, I turned the light switch on, to which all three groaned angrily.

"Guys, wake up," I said. My voice sounded strangely loud in the quiet.

"Whyyyyy?" Niall moaned from the bed.

Liam turned to me from the couch in the corner and sat up. He lazily reached back, grabbed a cushion and threw it at me. I caught it easily and, in turn, hurled it at Louis, who was so stunned he fell off the bed painfully. I ignored his moaning.

"Have you guys seen Harry?" I demanded.

Niall shook his head. "Not since last night."

Liam had his face in his hands. Instead of answering, he lazily pointed at Niall and gave the thumbs up, effectively saying the same thing.

Louis picked himself up off the floor and rubbed his eyes before combing his messy hair back with his hand and saying, "I heard the door open last night, about an hour before I heard you guys get back. I never heard Harry come in."

At that, Niall and Liam looked up. I frowned and ordered, "Get dressed. I'll wake Lena - we HAVE to find him."

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Within the hour we had packed our things and got our suitcases on the tour bus, ready to make our way to the next venue. When security had found out about Harry's disappearence, they had set out searching immediately. We joined them - each of us armed with two body guards - and scoured the hotel, the area around it and then the major parts of the city. We had tried calling and texting him but his phone was off. We were soon in a state of high alert, which prompted the police to get involved.

We were meant to leave the city at 11am. At 1pm, what I like to call 'the officials', gathered us together in the tour bus. The guys, Lena and I were all squished on a three-seater couch. Before us stood a man and a woman wearing fancy suits. I sat back with my arms folded angrily, whereas everyone else was sat forward, worriedly playing with their hands.

"Boys, we have some bad news," began the man.

"We can't find Harry," the woman continued. "So we've been forced to make a decision."

The man nodded in the direction of the door, which opened dramatically, revealing...

"Harry!" Louis shouted, leaping up from the couch and throwing himself at our previously missing best friend.

Harry seemed rather taken aback by Louis' display of affection. Just as the rest of us were about to do the same, the man stopped us with some crushing words.

"That's not Harry," he said. Louis immediately jumped back, hastened an apology and sat back down. The imposter joined the suits.

"What's going on?" Niall demanded, sounding surprisingly angry.

The man rubbed his neck nervously, so the woman took over, "This is Jacob Skelton, one of the Harry Styles look-alikes around the wor--"

"Why is he here?" asked Liam.

The woman opened her mouth to answer, but the man cut in impatiently, "We recorded your last few concert's songs. Jacob will take Harry's place on stage and will lip-sing."

"What about Harry?" I asked incredulously.

"We'll find him," the man said.

"But the show must go on!" the woman added, smiling slightly for the first time.

For what felt like the next ten minutes, Louis, Liam, Niall, Lena and I simply stared at the three presented before us. Finally, Louis stood up and broke the silence.

"No," he refused quietly, watching the ground.

"I'm sorry?" asked the man.

"No!" Liam shouted, standing next to Louis.

"We're not leaving without Harry!" said Niall, joining them.

"We have to find him!" added Lena, also standing.

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but not before I stood and joined the suits and Jacob before the guys.

"You guys know I love Harry like a brother," I began, "but do you really think we'll be allowed to stay here until we find him? That we can re-schedule the tour and spark a nation-wide panic when a simpler solution lies here?" I held out my arms at Jacob, who smiled timidly. "We all know Harry can take care of himself, and we owe it to him to continue until he re-joins us."

"Well said, Za--" the man began, but I cut him off.

"This isn't an uplifting speech. This is a speech of resignation. We will find Harry. But for now," I sighed sadly, "the show must go on."

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Harry's P.O.V.

I was aware of ropes bound around my wrists and ankles. I was tired to a hard, wooden chair. My bones ached like I had been beaten up by a thousand sumo wrestlers. I opened my eyes groggily to see I was in a badly lit, small, cement room with one large, steel door. I groaned as I tried to move into a comfortable position, and instantly froze at the sound of female laughter from the corner behind me to my left.

"Oh, Harry," teased a woman's voice. I heard her slowly walk closer to me as she continued, "If you had kept your nose where it belonged, perhaps you would not be here now."

Now she was in front of me. I squinted at her, trying to wrench apart the blurs in my vision to make out my kidnapper.

"Then again," she chuckled, "you were never good at that, were you?"

I opened my mouth to speak and instantly fell into a coughing fit. Once I regained my composure, I saw the face before me and recognised it immediately.

Unsure of myself, I asked in a hoarse voice, "Lucy?"

I heard a deep and evil laugh. "You got that right, babe." I then received a kiss with a fist on my lips.

A/N Ooh, another cliffhanger!! I guess this one isn't THAT late, eh?

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