Never Let Me Go

ENEMY

CHAPTER TWENTY

We all still want to help, the boys and I are like vultures around an animal corpse, but the dead thing is the FBI and police department. We are trying to get to them, asking questions, but we get no answers, still.

After the detectives had found the blood sample and the shoe prints, they had completely draped themselves over into silence. The place by that little pond was sectioned off by caution tape, the park was even closed down for a day or so, tons and tons of police cars and other government vehicles lined the streets outside it.

But we weren't aloud anywhere near it, Louis and Liam had tried convincing one of the officers there, but he had turned them away, almost sending them to his police car so he could drive them home himself if they wouldn't leave.

Me and the boys, we are all broken, a missing piece has broken off like we dropped it into the dark abyss of a lake, never being able to grab it again as it sinks to the bottom. None of us are thinking quite right, and its getting worse, people are really worrying about us, wondering when we'll go home or just talk to someone that isn't each other. But I feel security when I'm with the boys, like they know me and I know them inside and out, and like our bond together will be some beacon of light for Niall to follow home.

It sounds stupid, and I know I'm gonna get myself sick, I already have headaches that just won't get away. But I won't stop worrying and pushing for answers, not until I can see Niall's shining blue eyes smiling again as he looks back at me, alive.

There is hope though, not much to cling on, but it's there. Niall is right under our feet and soon he'll float back up into our arms, he will be here soon.

Patience has become all I've ever known,

Zayn Malik

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"You can't just come home for a few days, two or three? Or just a day? I want to see you, baby."

Louis sighed, he was sat at the table in the small kitchen they had on the tour bus, picking at the napkins in the little napkin holder that was settled in the middle of the table. His mother had called, Johannah, and her voice was thick with worry and pain.

"Mom I-I think it would be best for me to just stay here where everything is happening so I can get to anything fast when something comes up about Niall. I'm sorry." He hated doing this to her, hated doing this to his whole family really, but they couldn't blame him for doing this. One of his best mates was taken, kidnapped, suffering somewhere and maybe barely breathing. Being near everything kept him together, kept his stress at a low level.

"Ernest and Doris miss you, babe. They ask me all the time where their big brother is, can we at least have a FaceTime or something? Let me see your face?"

"It's not any different when I'm on tour though, I'm always away, mom." He sighed out, and there was a long pause on the other end, he knew he said the wrong thing. He was just too tired to explain things, or really think about what to say before letting the words come out. "But I can work out some kind of time for us to do the FaceTime thing, yeah?" He said right after, trying to assure her after his little slip-up.

"Okay, hopefully sometime today or tomorrow though okay? How's the rest of the boys?" At his moms question, he looked around the bus, seeing Zayn flipping through his Journal, Harry laying on the couch with his eyes closed probably trying desperately to sleep, and Liam was no where to be found.

"Everyone isn't doing really well right now but hopefully soon we'll get back on our feet, feel better and get back to touring."

"I think you boys should take a break after all this, though. Don't you think? You've been through so much already and who knows how long this will be, you shouldn't stress yourselves more with touring right after all this." His mom was right, but he didn't really want to think about the future right now, the future that she was talking about was with Niall, but he couldn't quite imagine that right now with the blond missing still.