Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

We sit around the dinner table staring at our food. We all look at each other every now and again and I look up at the clock that sits on the wall.

8pm. 

Willow should've been home at least a couple hours ago. She said she'd be back for dinner. Louis came home and I haven't really spoken to him. Zayn's beside me and he has my hand under the table and he squeezes it every few minutes that go by. The boys have all been texting her and calling her and even I tried her a few times. I'd understand why she'd ignore the boys, mainly Liam, but why would she ignore me? 

Maybe Liam was right about it being a bad idea. It does seem quite weird that Rose would have posted a vacation picture today if she'd just gotten back. If she had just gotten back, wouldn't she have captioned the post something like 'missing this place already!' or 'take me back!' ? That's what I would've done. And why wouldn't Willow be home already if something wasn't seriously wrong? Or at least texted one of us to let us know she wouldn't be home for dinner?

"What if?" Liam asks and we all look at him. "What if I was right and it was a bad idea? What if it was that guy, Brian?"

"Then we need to find her." I say quickly standing up.

"No, it's too dangerous, Luna, you can't go. We should come up with some kind of plan or something first. I'd say go to the police but if Brian knew they were coming he could easily kill her." Zayn says calmly.

"I have to! She's my friend!" I say, starting to panic and Zayn stands up and takes my hand and squeezes it.

"It will be okay, Luna. Come on boys." He says and everyone gets up and we all follow Zayn to the relaxing room and I sit on the window seat as the boys grab pens and papers and a map of only a small portion of the city and they draw circles on the map of where we are and where her place is and all these different routes. 

They start talking and making plans and Liam sits beside me and I can tell he's worried sick about her and I take his hand and give it a small squeeze in which I get a small smile back.

"It'll be okay." I assure him and he nods slowly, and I know he doesn't believe me, but he clings to that small bit of hope that it will be okay, and I'm hoping it'll be okay. I guess I kind of cling to that small bit of hope as well because that's all that's going to get any of us through this.

Liam stares out the window into the darkness and I stand up and everyone stops and looks at me.

"You're not going after her." Zayn says sternly and I shake my head.

"Nope, I'm just going to my room for a bit, try to clear my head." I say and he nods as I walk out and go to my bedroom and I shut the door. 

I automatically go to my walk-in-robe and take my clothes off and grab some black stockings and I put them on before pulling some short denim shorts on over the top of them. I grab a plain dark red, tight, long-sleeved shirt and I pull it of the top of my head. I grab some high-heeled ankle boots with studs on them and put them on my feet. To be honest I can run in heels better then I run in anything else. I guess these are just my killer heels. 

I go into my bathroom and take my extensions out of my hair and place them on my bathroom sink and put my hair into a high ponytail before re-doing my makeup into a darker look. I then go and grab a black jacket and put it on before grabbing my phone and putting it into the pocket of my jacket and I put fifty dollars into it just in case I need to stop somewhere or something. Maybe I could grab a burger from McDonald's. It's on the way...I think. Maybe I should have stolen a map? Fuck it. I don't have time. 

I go and quietly open my door and quietly shut it before walking out and going down the hall and turning and going to the staircase. I hear footsteps behind me and I quickly spin around to see Liam.