I thought you loved me *A Larry Stylinson Fanfic*

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

*Niall’s POV*

When Louis ran out of the meeting, we were all a little shocked, to say the least. Not long after, Harry had run out as well. But evidently, he was not going to look for Louis. “What just happened?” I questioned my voice timid and unsure. “I don’t know. I don’t think anyone but Louis knows Niall,” Liam responded, still in a daze. Zayn sat there, speechless and unresponsive. Liam seemed completely out of it, but still able to make sense. I sat, confused and a little scared, while Simon just went blank. He wouldn't say or do a thing. Finally, Zayn said something that snapped everyone out of it. “Harry and Louis looked pretty broken.

Shouldn't we go look for them before they do something they’ll regret?” he pointed out with his tone matching mine.

We all looked at each other and practically sprinted out the door, hurrying to find them before they had time to really think. Simon stayed in the office, on the phone to multiple people so we could have more coverage. When Liam, Zayn and I hit the London streets, we split up, planning to call the others if you found either one of them. I was told to check their houses, Zayn was on alley ways, and Liam was on clubs. Running to my car, I jumped in and sped to Harry’s house.

As soon as I got there, I jumped out of the car and ran inside. “Harry?” no response. I walked further into the house, through the lounge room. “Harry?” I called out, louder this time. Still nothing. I looked everywhere. Every room, every corner, every cupboard. Nothing.

Until I heard soft sobbing coming from somewhere above me. Then something hit me. The locked room! There was a room upstairs in Harry’s house that was ALWAYS locked. So when I was checking the second floor, I didn't even think about that room because no one had ever been in it. But now that I've noticed it, I thought. That room is directly above where I'm standing... “HARRY!” I sprinted upstairs and ran straight to the locked room...

*Louis’ POV*

‘I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you. I need you like a heart needs a beat, but it’s nothin' new. I loved you with a fire red, now its turnin’ blue, and you say. Sorry you’re not the angel heaven let me think was you, but I'm afraid...’ ‘Apologise’ by One Republic rang loudly through the speakers of my IPod. I didn't know what to do. Why am I such an idiot!? I asked myself as I sat there, thinking about... Everything. Thinking about my family, the boys, management, Simon, Harry. To sum it up, I was hoping the impossible would somehow become possible. Naive? Yes. Hopeful? Yes. Stupid? Yes. In love? Yes.

*Harry’s POV*

After a while of crying in my bed, I realised that the boys would more than likely start looking for me. So I did the only thing I know how to do. I ran.