Lily
“Lets stop here,” I said pulling up to a golf club.
“Okay,” Alex said stretching. It was already dark out and we were almost to the next town. I yawned and propped my seat down and Alex did the same. Kyler was snoozing in the back and Arianna was sound asleep in Alex’s arms. Alex brushed some of Arianna’s brown hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. I smiled and said,
“You were right.”
“About what?” she asked looking at me questioningly with her big blue eyes.
“I do want them to find us,” I confessed. Alex gave me a questioning look, “I want to believe that Liam actually loved me. I feel so stupid, I feel like I am acting like a fairy tale character but I love him. And the crazy thing is, it’s not the fan girl love.”
“I knew it,” Alex said staring up at the ceiling of the car, “I know that you love him but we can’t tell if he loves you. What if he is just another John. I seem to recall that you said you had loved him too.”
“You’re right, but if I don’t go and try to find out that will be my one regret on my death bed,” I said. Alex groaned, “Do you remember whenever we got the scars on our backs? Right before got into John’s car you told me fifty years from now when I’m thinking back on my life wouldn’t I wish that I would have gotten into the car. That motivated me and then we ended up crashing into the zoo and in the emergency room.” I smiled and Alex giggled.
“Remember John’s face when he saw us,” Alex laughed turning towards me.
“You mean this?” I joked and did my best impression of an opened mouth crying ‘big boy’. Alex laughed and I laughed with her enjoying sweet moments with my best friend. As our laughter died, “Didn’t your dad move to the U.K.?” I asked.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Alex admitted, her voice sounding indifferent to the whereabouts of her father.
“I miss my parents,” I said.
“You’re lucky, I only know my mom’s name,” Alex said sadly.
“I’m sure she looked like you. She probably had your attitude too,” I teased. Alex gave me a look and after a few moments of silence I asked, “What was her name?”
“Vera,”
Louis
I still had my arm around my shaking best friend. Harry stared out into space and just shook. It was like he was shivering from the cold. “You're okay,” I whispered to him for the thousandth time. Niall had punched the zombie in the face, and Liberty had used magasins to whack it back out of the broken window. We speed out into the night, leaving the infiltrated ‘safe town’ behind. After a few straight hours of driving we passed through a town. Not just Harry and Liam were desperate to find the girls and kyler, we all were. Zayn had memorized the route we were going to take with the girls to the U.K. and after barely any persuading Thomas agreed to drive us. Zayn was now the only one out of all of the boys who still had his phone. He cradled it as if it were a child. I couldn't blame him though. It was his only connection to Pierre for now. I already had calls from my family and Eleanor while we were still in america. They had apparently gone to the right place because they were rescued by the Russian army. After I helped the lads get reunited with everyone that I could, I would find my mum and Eleanor. Thomas began to pull over to a golf club. It seemed mostly deserted aside from the grey car that was parked in front of us. I Shook Harry awake and pointed to it.
“I’m going to go see if there is anyone in there,” Harry announced opening the car door.
“I’m coming too,” I said, exiting the car behind him. We walked in silence up to the car door. From the light of the car we could see figures inside. Harry took a deep breath and began to knock on the glass.
A/N OMG DID THEY FIND THE GIRLS? IDK UR GONNA HAVE TO READ MORE TO FIND OUT. SORRY IT GOT KIND OF BORING, I NEED SOME TRAVELING CHAPTERS AND REVEALING CHAPTERS TO BUILD UP A BIGGER SHADER BACKSTORY. ITS GONNA REALY PICK UP AFTER THEY FIND PERRIE. COMMENT,VOTE, READ!
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Alex
FanfictionFighting, Karate-Kid, Tomboy, and Thief. Yup, that’s me. I only care about a few things in my life. My friends, my siblings, my niece, my life. Period. The end, final. My mother left when I was very young. My father is a workaholic that left us. So...