Spank Fic//Nate Garner

Chapter 9

Nate had entered Niall's room and it was empty.

The window had been flown open and the net of the window was on the ground.

Nate looked out at window, his upper body leaning out of the window and he looked around.

Niall's bedroom window led to the backyard.

His room was on the second floor but there was a slope that may have supported Niall to get down.

Nate was angry.

His hands were tightly gripping the net of the window, causing it to slightly bend.

Nate didn't know what to do.

He could call Niall.

Nate roamed back and forth in Niall's room, soaking Niall's number.

Each time, his call was cancelled.

Nate angrily sighed and stormed downstairs.

Nathaniel and Jack had given Nate key and then had been ordered to go to their bedrooms.

The kitchen was still a mess.

Nate didn't care though, right now wasn't an appropriate time to be cleaning.

Nate went to his entrance and grabbed the car key hanging from beside the door.

Nate secretly felt bad.

He had no idea where Niall would be and he wished he had talked to Niall about his life and what he liked.

Maybe then he'd know that Niall would be at a friends house or if he liked soccer, he'd be at the school field.

But Nate didn't know much about Niall. He didn't even know his favourite colour, friends or anything like that.

Nate brushed off the feeling and got into his car. Turning on the engine and quickly backing out of his driveway.

He was slightly overspeed, not enough to be pulled over.

His eyes scanned both sides of the road, any sidewalk he saw, his eyes watched carefully.

Any person he saw, he always stared until he was confirmed it wasn't Niall.

It was a little dark at this point, making it hard for Nate to see but he didn't back out.

He was going to keep finding Niall.

About 10 minutes later, Nate pulled over to the side of the road and took out his phone.

He was hoping he had a message from Niall or something but he didn't.

He tried calling Niall again but he still didn't answer.

Niall was around 16, that's what Nate knew. If he's around 16, it wouldn't be best to call the cops because they would tell Nate he is old enough and unless he doesn't return for the few hours then they would search for him.

Nate decided to test his luck, maybe he'd get a nice operator who'd search for Niall.

"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" A woman asked. She had a nice voice, it was too high and squeaky.

"Uh, my son- brother is lost." Nate made a weird face when he almost said son.

"He left my house and hasn't answered any of the phone calls. I'm worried he might be hurt." Nate admitted:

"Everything will be fine, do not worry. Can you give us the few obvious answers about your brother. What is his age, name, identity and if possible, height." The operator asked. "Identity as in how he looks."