Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Gone

My phone screen shattered as it hit the floor, breaking up the image it was displaying. My hand flew to my mouth, and I released a broken sob.

A crash came from upstairs. My head whipped up, and I slowly walked to the staircase.

"Nessa?" I called shakily. She didn't answer. "Nessa!" I cried, dashing up the steps and bursting into her room.

The bed sheets were crumpled, the window open, and her lamp on the floor in pieces.

But my little sister was nowhere to be found. I frantically scrambled throughout the room, screeching Nessa's name and checking all her favorite hiding places.

She was gone. My eyes flew to the open window.

A truck was speeding down the road, swerving to avoid other cars.

My little girl had her face plastered against a back window.

"Charlie!" She was screaming, but I could only read her lips. "CHARLIE!"

I faintly heard the last call. "Nessa!" I cried, and someone in the car with her yanked her away from the window by her shirt collar. I watched as her head whipped forward from the force before I could no longer see her.

As the truck veered a corner, I caught a glimpse of green hair in the driver's seat.

My vision blurred, and my ears began to ring. I stumbled away from the window, careening into Nessa's bed. The ceiling spun.

I slid onto my knees, screeching bloody murder into my hands.

Staggering into a standing position, I fumbled for my phone before I realized I had left it downstairs. I started to run down them, but fell because my shaking legs couldn't support me.

I tumbled down the steps, landing at the bottom with a thud. I moaned, reaching for my phone on the table.

My fingers scrabbled for it, and it slipped from the top and slammed against the floor next to me, making the screen even worse.

I grabbed it quickly, struggling to find Harry's name in the contacts and pressing it before I had a chance to second-guess myself.

He was my only chance.

I crawled into my living room as the phone rang, curling up into a ball.

It went to voicemail.

"PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE!" I screeched, and hit redial. Tears were streaming down my face, smudging my makeup.

"Hey, Charlie," Harry said from the other end lazily.

I let out a broken sob of relief.

"Charlie? What's wrong?" Harry asked, and I took a shaky breath. "Tell me," he said sternly.

But I couldn't talk. The phone slid from my hand, and I threw myself down on the carpet.

"Charlie!" Harry yelled. "What the fuck is going on?!"

I fumbled to pick up my phone again, finally able to say a few words. "She's gone."

"Charlie? Charlie who? Who's gone?"

"Nessa!" I cried into the phone, covering my mouth. "Harry, they took her! She's gone!"

"I'm on my way," Harry said softly, and hung up the phone.

I sat on my heels, staring at the wall blankly. The tears wouldn't stop.

A few minutes later, a knock came from the front door. I couldn't find the strength to open it.