I Dream A Dream

Chapter 9: Liam?

After taking Liam home and driving Zayn back to his too, I went back to Liam's house. Liam was alone and wounded, someone had to look after him.

I knocked on the door, after two knocks, I found that the door was open.

"Liam"

I called.

"Liam?"

Still no response.

I searched round the living room where me and Zayn left him. Where the heck did he go?

Bedroom. Kitchen. Garden. Bathroom. Balcony. Guest room. Living room. Garden shed. Cupboards. There was absolutely no sign of Liam.

"Oi, what you doing here"

A guy with cricket bat and a beard came barging in.

"Wait wait wait. It's Harry. I'm looking for Liam, he was here like an hour ago, have you seen him?"

Luckily he put the bat to his side. The bearded man looked puzzled, he took two steps forward and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Harry Styles right?"

Automatically the bearded man's face changed into a huge grin.

"My daughter loves you! And I kinda do too, you're a hero you are"

I stared at him. Furious but curious, I spoke.

"Sir, I need to know where my friend is, and he said this was his house? We placed him right there, on that very sofa."

I pointed to the brown, leather settee. Why would Liam lie to me? He would never do that.

"Ohhh, that geezer, yeah I chucked him out, he got the wrong address I suppose, but he kept saying that this is his house, he lives here, I think he got a really bad concussion. I saw that fight, he was fighting with my nephew. That bastard."

I ignored him as I ran out of his front door and jumped into my black Audi. I heard a faint shout saying;

"Well come back and give us an autograph!"

I hit the pedal, driving, turning from bend to bend, left to right. I came to halt, and pulled over to the side of a high street. I called Liam. No answer. Zayn? Might as well.

"Zayn Zayn, look Liam-"

Interrupted.

"I know. Harry. I know."

"Well if you know then why don't you say something?! Where is Liam for starters?"

"With me, he's at the hospital at St Jude's Hospital"

"How bad is he?"

"Um, Harry, Liam will be okay. He's resting now, he hasn't got a memory loss, he's just too wounded to speak, got'a give him two weeks full of rest, no concerts, no parties, no award shows. Paul's cancelled them all."

I took a deep breath.

"Tell Liam that he has all my love, and my prayers, I've ought to go home, my mum and sister and Robin will be coming over tomorrow."

"You mean today. It's 7 in the morning, go get some rest Harry, I'll tell you everything later in the day. Goodnight well good morning buddy."

"Thanks, goodnight."

It was still night for Harry. Sleep was what he needed. Sleep is what he'll get.