The Night That Changed It All

Drama Unfolds

"Morning." I sighed upon stumbling into the kitchen about a week after we got Quentin. It was already eleven o'clock and, although I'd told him not to countless times before, Liam had let me sleep in yet again.

"Hey......" Liam murmured, stopping me when I went to walk past him by rapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my side. Once he released me, after kissing my hip lightly, I went to go make a cup of tea only to falter after I'd retrieved the kettle.

"Where are Lily Ann and Quentin?" I asked quizzically, glancing through the kitchen door and into the sitting room to make sure they weren't there. Despite the fact we'd only had Quentin for a week, Lily Ann was already very attached to him and they were practically inseparable. It'd become very rare to see one without the other by now.

"Harry turned up here pretty early - he seemed kind of upset about something - and asked if he could take Quentin for a walk for something to do. Lily Ann wouldn't let him go without her; you know what she's like, so he took her too. I said I could come to watch Lily Ann but he said he needed to be alone and left." Liam explained, sounding kind of skeptical, before he drifted past me and put the kettle, that I'd been holding, back down to fill it with water.

"Weird, I wonder what's bothering him." I murmured, leaning against the counter beside Liam and looking to him like he may have some kind of clue.

"I dunno; he wouldn't tell me. Just said he was feeling restless and needed to get out for a bit. I'm kind of second guessing letting him take Lily Ann and Quentin." Liam sighed, turning around and resting his hands on the counter so he could watch the steam rise from the kettle.

"Harry wouldn't let anything happen to either of them; you know that. He'd sooner die than let something happen to Lily Ann. Or Quentin, for that matter." I reassured uncertainly. Truth was, I was worried too; Harry could get really distracted when he was upset about something and if he wasn't even up for talking to one of us about it, there must be something serious going on.

"I know he would; when he's in the right frame of mind. But the more I think about it, the more I realize he wasn't, at all. You should have seen him, Ni; he'd barely talk to me." Liam insisted, turning to look at me with worry in his deep  brown eyes.

"Maybe we should call Louis. He'd know if something had happened, right?" I suggested, still uncertain; Harry wasn't the type to bottle up his feelings and if something was worrying him, he'd usually just talk to one of us. It was odd that he'd refused to talk to Liam when he asked, but it would be really bad if he hadn't even told Louis what was going on. 

"Yeah; that's a good idea. If anyone will know, Louis will. They do live together after all; even if he didn't want to talk about it, Louis would surely know what had happened." Liam sighed, picking up the phone and scrolling through the contacts until he came to Louis' name. Before he could make the call, however, there was frantic knocking at the door and a voice that sounded a lot like Louis yelling for us to let him in.

"Have you seen Harry?!" Louis all but yelled the second we opened the door. He then looked between us quickly before sighing exasperatedly and breezing into our apartment with agitation painting each move.

"We were gonna ask you the same question." Liam exclaimed, closing the door with a slap and turning to Louis quickly. "He turned up here really early and said he needed to clear his head. Took Quentin for a walk and, since Lily Ann's so attached to him, he had to take her as well."

"Oh God.....this isn't good......." Louis murmured while pacing manically before he turned to Liam with fire in his eyes and started to yell again. "Why'd you let him go? You should have stopped him; made him see sense!"