Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 53

Song:

Ever Since New York: Harry Styles

Harry's POV

Days had gone by and there was still no word on Dallas. No one knew where she'd gone or how long she'd be. I feared she had just left for good, but I knew her. She was too attached to her family to just up and leave them. Not for long anyway. Or at least I hoped. I didn't even know now. 

As the nights went by, I found myself praying. Something I don't think I had never done before. I didn't know to who or what, I just prayed that she was okay. I knew it was a lot for me to ask after what I had done to her, but it was my only hope at this point. 

The days were different. I didn't have time to think about anything else. Ethan was so pissed with Dallas leaving and taking the book he coveted with her, he was training us all to death. Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off, but mostly, I felt deserving of the physical pain. 

It was the same damn thing, every single day. After sleepless nights, I got ready for my days around six in the morning. I jogged, showered, went to class, trained with Ethan and went back to bed for another torturous night of wondering about Dal. It had become my routine. 

I still endured the dirty looks and the shoves I got around the halls. It didn't bother me in the slightest. I honestly didn't pay it any attention any more. My mind was too occupied wondering about Dal's whereabouts to care. 

The only one who was actually warming up to me was her little sister. Of all people, I thought she'd be the one who was the most angry with me. Sure, Dal and Ron had their own special bond, but it didn't compare to the one she had with her sister. I'd learned that much in the time i had spent with the pair.

She even had me waiting for her at the fountain near their dorms. After a brief chat in the hall earlier, she insisted I'd meet here after classes were out. I had been waiting here for nearly half an hour and I was about to leave when I saw the miniature sized girl walking fast towards me, a tight grip around her backpack straps. It had to be something important for her to be moving that damn fast. . 

"What's wrong?" I dared to ask once she was in hearing distance. 

She outstretched her arms, pushing me back a few feet before she grabbed my hand and we were running. That was my first clue that something was wrong. Calliope Monroe didn't run. Though she was physically capable, the was no budging that little girl unless she was offered junk food, running away from a bee or something bad was happening

"Cal-" I tried to speak, but she just hushed me. "Calliope, what's wrong?"

"Shh," she hushed again, continuing to pull me until we were behind one of the large trees that littered the courtyard. She looked around and behind us, presumably making sure she wasn't followed. "Something is wrong," she huffed, definitely out of breath. 

"Ya think?" I asked sarcastically. 

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips, inhaling deeply before exhaling. "Ro-" she paused to take a large gulp. 

I felt a little bit of hope flutter within me. "What about her?" I smiled, briefly until I remembered her anxious attitude seconds ago. If it was something good, she wouldn't be here right now. 

"She's back," she nodded. 

"Back?" She couldn't have been back, I would have known. Wouldn't I? Nonetheless, I couldn't help but smile at the thought. 

She nodded again before shaking her head. "But, it's not her-"

"What do you mean?" I interrupted before she could further explain. 

"Like, it's her. She looks the same, she sounds the same, but it's not her. It's like someone cloned her and forgot to put in all the upgrades- I don't know," she threw her hands in the air in defeat before slamming them back down on her hips. 

"I don't unders-"

"My sister came back after disappearing for days, only she came back unwhole?" She crunched her face. "I don't even think that's a word? Anyway. She's up in her dorm, she's acting like she doesn't know where anything is and she can't tell us where she's been the last few days-"

"What do you mean?"

"She has no memory of even leaving. Ethan sent out for a doctor and they said she may have sustained some head injury or something and she's suffering from memory loss or something? I don't know, but that's not my sister. It's not my Austin, anyway."

"That's understandable if she injured her head," I nodded. "But, is she okay? I mean aside from the head thing, like is she okay otherwise."

She scoffed and pushed me against the tree, keeping me put with her small hands. Like her sister, she was a lot stronger than what she appeared. "Are you fucking dense? I'm telling you that it's not her. Something is seriously wrong and you wanna know if she's fine?"

"You just said she had some sort of head injury and she may have trouble remembering certain things?"

Calliope groaned, letting me go to cross her arms and pace the grass, mumbling to herself. Her face contorted and her feet carried her a mile a minute, kicking the ground every so often. She went around in circles so many times, she was making me dizzy. I just wanted to grab her and keep her still. 

"Look," she stopped abruptly, "My brothers hate you and I doubt they're going to let you get anywhere near her, even if they're pissed off at her too. I was supposed to keep her company tonight, but for obvious reasons, I declined, but I'm pretty sure I can change plans and spend the night and I can sneak you in." She sighed, rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers. "I know this all seems strange, but what part of our lives isn't at this point. Trust me, I know my sister and that isn't her. I know it doesn't make sense but it doesn't feel like her. In here," she tapped her chest with the tips of her fingers, "something in here doesn't feel the same when I'm around her. It's not my sister."

She looked up at the dorms, her face falling in what seemed like fear. She was right. No one, not even me knew Dallas better than her sister. If Calliope felt like something was wrong, there was a good chance that there was. 

I agreed to her plan, letting her go back to her family to sort everything out. All I had to do was wait for her to text me. 

After our encounter, I headed back to my dorm to wait. I planned on avoiding the guys as much as I could, but that wasn't much of a problem since they weren't really talking to me. 

Four hours had gone by when I finally heard my phone ding. I immediately checked it, knowing it was Calliope. No one else texted me anymore. I sent her a quick text back, shoving my phone and keys in my pocket and headed out.