Torn

Chapter 19

****Louis's POV****

"Okay, thats it, Niall. You really need to lay off the hamburgers," I nudged Niall.

"Yeah, what is this? Your fourth?" Zayn chimed in. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged.

"Err... Wherrrr werrn cherrr, " Niall smacked the food in his mouth. Harry, Zayn and I all looked at him as if he were crazy.

"I think thats Nialler language for 'I'm stupid and fat,'" Harry joked. First time I saw my Hazbear smile today. We just got out of the studio and decided to get some lunch for Izzy. More like for izzy AND Niall.

"I really think we should go now. I don't want Isabelle alone at the house," Liam said worriedly. She took Harry's car home after she had her little moment. I don't blame her. This is probably hard.

"Isabelle?" Zayn yelled as we walked into the house. Niall went straight for the kitchen, of course, and Harry followed, as Liam and Zayn began searching.

"Guys, she's a grown girl. I'm sure she wouldn't hide around the house like a child," I said as I walked upstairs to my room. I don't think its a big deal to find her. She's not gonna just leave. The lads are treating her like a baby.

I faintly heard on of our latest songs, Best Song Ever play. Geez, too much rehearsal. As I got closer to my door, it got louder until I realized it was coming from Izzy's room. I chuckled and knocked.

No answer. I knocked again.

Still, no answer. I reached out for the knob and peeked through the cracked door. There she was, laying asleep on her couch and watching our movie This Is Us. I smiled and turned off the tv, then grabbed a pillow from her bed. As I gently put it under her head, careful not to pull her hair, she shivered and rolled up into a ball. A blanket is what she needs. Its freezing in here. I walked to my room, grabbed a special blanket, and laid it over her small body.

She's so peaceful looking. Like she has no problems in her life. She looks happy and pleased. She looks like she has no flaws and no mistakes. She looks like an angel. She looks perfect. She looks beautiful.

I knelt down and brushed a strand of hair away from her closed eyelids. God, that face. That happy face. I wish she could be like this all of the time. It's only been a few days of her being really upset, and I can't take it. I want to hold her, and tell her that everything is gonna be okay. I want to kiss her. I want to lay my lips on hers and feel the sparks fly just like when I first kissed her. It was extraordinary. Above that.

"Oh thank God," Zayn said from behind me. I whipped my head in surprise and stood up quickly.

"You alright, Lou?" Niall asked as he came up behind Zayn. I felt my face flush as I thought about all of the bad things that could happen. I thought of how angry Harry would be. And Liam. He won't trust me. He barely trusts me at the house alone. I tried looking up at Zayn and Niall with my head spinning, but failed miserably and hit the floor on my bum. And, dammit, that hurt! This always happens when I get extremely nervous, or thinking too much. I get a major headache and can't see straight.

"Whoa," Zayn laughed, walking over to me. Of course, he's laughing. It's like anything to do with my bum is always so funny. I don't get it. I mean, I know its fabulous and all, but what's the big deal?

And of course I'm thinking about my bum in this situation. My parents seriously should have gotten me tested. I crawled forward to the table to try and get up, but couldn't see quite well due to the blurriness.

BANG!!

The hell? I hit the floor once more and closed my eyes, faintly hearing the yells of Zayn and Niall. My head was spinning and the only thing I could think of was Isabelle.