love by chance - a one direction fan fic

Missing You

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Niall's P.O.V

Harry hasn't moved since that night. That dreaded night. The night when everything went wrong.

I watched him as he lay strewn across the sofa, with no purpose, and all life and light inside him disappeared. Of course we were all dead worried for Jess, but I wondered why he didn't sleep at night, barely moved from the sofa during the day, and hadn't changed out of his trackies and hoodie since it happened. Of course we all cared, but he cared so much more.

I remember it all as a blur. One minute we were all joking around, the next Harry's phone rang. He picked it up and it was Jess. We could all tell from Harry's expression that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. He tried to keep her talking but she hung up on him and he instantly called the police. Not that he'll tell us what happened. He's only been speaking in a monotone and he hardly ever speaks at all. And he always, always, has his phone tightly gripped in his fingers.

Harry's P.O.V

It's my fault. I know it's my fault. Who else's fault could it be. I should have waited to see if she was ok going home before I just drove off with the boys like that. If I'd stayed just a couple of minutes longer and known she was going to have to walk, I would have without hesitation taken her. But i didn't wait. I'm so stupid! I know I'm never going to forgive myself for this. Never. And it's all my fault.

And how could I be so selfish? I didn't even give a second's thought to if she would be okay getting home. Sure, I got worried about her later on that evening and texted her, but what good is that? I've probably lost her now. Lost her forever. Before I even got a chance to meet her properly. And it's all my fault.

I don't even know how many days it's been. How many weeks. How many months. A lot. That's all I know. I haven't been keeping count. I haven't been thinking about it. I haven't been thinking about anything really. Except Jessica. Beautiful, amazing Jessica. Funny Jessica. Pretty Jessica. Grinning Jessica. Jessica I probably won't ever see again. And it's all. My. Fault.

Louis' P.O.V

I decided to try for the millionth time to get through to Harry. We'd all tried a thousand times, but this time I was determined. I slowly aprroached him, taking a deep breath.

"Hey Hazza," I said smiling, as I sat down on the sofa next to him.

For a while I thought he wasn't going to reply.

"Hi."       He finally managed, no emotion whatsoever in his voice. He sounded husky and different, probably because he hadn't spoken for such a long time. This is probably a terrible thing to say, but I almost preferred him crying out with despair, always,always crying, then now, when he has accepted she's gone, but just won't move on. He never smiles. He never laughs. He never even cries. Not in front of us, anyway. I've heard him weeping through his bedroom door, late into the night, thinking no one can hear him. But I can. I always can. And i miss him. We all really miss him.

"How are things?" I tried again, forcing the optimism into my voice.

"Fine."

But I didn't have to be stupid to tell that things were far from fine.   "We were thinking about going to the park today, you wanna come?"

"No."

"Are you sure? There will be icecream..!" I grinned tickling him. But he didn't even move. The corners of his mouth stayed permanetly pulled down.

"I'm sure."

Maybe if we left he would follow.  "Okay, byesiiesss then, we're gonna go now."

"Bye."

No luck.

Harry's P.O.V

Did he really think I would want to go to the park after what happened last time?Well if he did, then he wasn't thinking. That's mean of me I know, but I can't really control what i say or think anymore, it just flows out. I need to have a moment to get my thoughts straight anyway. Maybe I should tell them.. but no. I couldn't possibly. I need to have a moment to just really think. I need to have a moment to get over Jess.

Niall's P.O.V

We didn't go to the park in the end, that was just Lou's plan to get Harry out the house. Instead we went to the Starbucks round the corner. I ordered a large hot chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles - which was THE BESSTT!! - and a massive chocolate muffin. The others just got coffees and wafers. I do love my food! ;-)

But soon the mood grew seriuos again. I watched as Liam's smile fell, as if dragged down by something. The same happened to the others, and probably to me too. We just couldn't stay light-hearted when we knew what had happened to Jess. Well, when we didn't know what had happened, I guess. Sure, we hadn't known her for long, but she had seemed really nice and funny and a really nice girl. And most importantly, she was our friend. From the look of it, her and Harry had become good friends, which is probably why he was so depressed. But really, we cared about her. We honestly cared about her. And still do. Which is why we're so worried.

"So.. what do we do?" questioned Zayn, failing in keeping the desperation out of his voice.

"About Harry or Jess?" asked Liam.

"Both!" he replied, sounding exasperated, and maybe even slightly frustrated.

"We have to find out what happened to Jess. We just HAVE to," I said, louder than I intended.

"But... how??" wondered Lou.

"I.. don't know..." I hesitantly replied. Of course I didn't know. None of us knew.

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Emily's P.O.V

It's all my fault. I was so selfish. Surely, my friend's safety is more important than a stupid job tryout. But it seems i didn't feel that way at the time. What have I done??!! I am going to live to regret this for the rest of my life. No one knows what happened to her, nobody knows anything. She just disappeared. But I can guess. She would have got a taxi. She doesn't like getting buses late, it creeps her out. And she probably didn't bring her oyster card. So she must have got a taxi. If it had been a normal situation she would have got home in about half an hour, but I remember waiting for all those hours, just waiting for her to come home. Waiting. Waiting. I probably won't ever see her again. I can't bare the thought of that. And it's all my fault.

Lou's P.O.V

Why did I drive off with the boys in the car without checking she was okay? I shouldn't have driven away before I was sure everyone would get home fine. I will never forgive myself for this. Everyone feels bad, but I know deep down that it isn't really their fault. It's mine. Wondering what was wrong for what felt like forever after that phone call, waiting to see what would happen next. Dreading it. She's probably in serious danger now. In really, serious danger. And it's all my fault. 

Zayn's P.O.V

I can't believe it. I am so self-centred. Why do I never think of anyone except myself?? I knew that one day that would bring consequences. And now the day has come. Everyone jokes about how vain I am, you know, 'Vain Zayn' and all that, which is true. But now that has also cost me. If only I hadn't screamed about my hair, then that teenage girl wouldn't have noticed me and we wouldn't have had a mob chasing after us til midnight. Then it would have been safe for Jess to go home alone, and maybe Emily would have been able to take her because it was a really late meeting so if we'd got out the park earlier then she might have had time to take Jess home beofre the meeting. But no. And now Jess has disappeared, probably dead. And it's all my fault.