Chapter 17

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                            We pulled up into the drive way of our house.

                          "So we have two months?" Miranda asks making sure for the millionth time.

                          "Yes babe." I respond and we get out of the car. I grabbed her hand and Louis followed behind. 

                           "Darcy! Were home!" I called through out the house. No one answered. 

                           "El?" Lou called out as well. Still no answer. We looked around the house, there was no sight of them.  "They probably went out." Louis said and we all agreed. We all sat around the kitchen discussing plans of what to do the next two months when Miranda's phone started ringing.

                                               Miranda's P.O.V

                       "It's just Eleanor." I smiled and answered the call.

                    "Hey Elly!"

                   "Miranda. Please."

                   "What's the matter?" 

                   "It's not my fault, i just. I don't know. Just please!" She seemed panicked.

                  "Please what?! What's going on?!" I almost yelled.

                   "Help!" She yelled and the line cut short.

                 "No! Stop! Please! Eleanor! where's my baby?!" I sobbed then dropped my phone on the ground.

                  "Babe! What's going on?!" Harry yelled and grabbed me. He picked me up and I refused to be picked up. I kicked and punched like a 3 year old.

                     "They're gone!" I sobbed so loud and hid my face into his chest. I could hear Harry's heart beating faster and Louis mumble 'shit' under his breathe. 

                     "What.. what do you mean they're gone Miranda?!" I heard Harry speak. I didn't answer.

                    "Miranda! What! Do! You! Mean!" He yelled with every word.

                     "Stop Yelling at me!" I pulld out of his grip and ran into our bedroom.

                   "Miranda. Please. Open the door. It's Lou." I heard a soft voice. I stood up and unlocked the door to see Louis standing with bags under his eyes.

                     "So, care to explain." He sat down on the bed and I followed him.

                     I took a deep breathe. "They're both in trouble. Eleanor and Darcy." 

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