Awake

Chapter 15

Hello lovely readers! How have you been? I'm sorry that I couldn't update earlier because I had tons of school work and ugh I hate school. Anyways, here we go on with Chapter 15!

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Chloe's P.O.V

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"Sir, are you sure you don't have any Jordan Carson on your list?" I asked, trying to be polite and hold my anxiety at the same time.

"Young lady, this is a big city. There are billions of Jordans out there." The man behind the counter shook his head impatiently.

I frowned and looked at Harry who was standing next to me doing the same thing. This man wasn't even trying to do his job properly.

"Can't you at least try to find him?" Harry said with a fake smile.

The man sighed and frowned, then started typing on his computer. After a brief while he spoke, "I have five people with the name Jordan Carson."

My jaw fell, so he continued, "You're lucky they're not more. Be grateful for it."

"Can you please give us the addresses?" Harry said slowly.

"And why should I do that?" The worker narrowed his eyes at us. "I can't just walk around giving addresses to random strangers, mister."

I immediately got my ID out and showed him it.

"He's my brother," I said in a demanding voice, "I have to find him, understood?"

His eyes switched between my face and the picture on my ID card. Without a word, he printed out the addresses and slipped it on the counter.

I took it and folded it, faking another smile. "Well, thank you."

"No problem, just move on already." He waved.

Harry and I soon turned around and walked out silently from there.

"From where should we start?" Harry asked while placing the purple snapback on his head.

"From the beginning we will start." I said slowly as I stared at Harry's snapback. I've seen it somewhere, I was sure I've seen it somewhere.

"Is that yours?" I asked, trying not to sound too curios.

"Actually it's not." He hesitated, "it's… urm… Niall's. I forgot to give it back to him last time."

"Oh." If I said that this was the only thing that occurred to me, I'd be a liar.

That morning jog flew into my mind, him chasing me when I stole his snapback, this snapback, grass scent, and us getting busted by some girl. I wished Meg hadn't come. I wished we could've had more good times. I couldn't believe how many events had happened since that time, how much time had gone by without seeing him. I felt really upset even Harry noticed. One thing was sure: He thought I was upset for an absolute different reason; because I had no home.