Gone. {Harry Styles}

Prologue

*Six months earlier*

*Paul's P.O.V*

It's been one year. A whole fucking year and I still haven't find him. I was currently driving through a small town to get to the next big town here in this barely known state.

I drove past a bakery and thought I'd seen a flicker of brown curls. I stopped the car really fast and my seat belt stopped me from moving from my seat.

I stared in shock at the window that allowed me to see in the bakery. It was indeed him. Just in front of me. 

It's been so long. I actually lost hopes and was on my last chance to find him. I shook my head and drove to the nearest parking lot. 

I quickly took out my phone and called the first boy that was on my list. It was Liam. I clicked on call and waited two rings before he answered.

"Hey Paul." Liam greeted.

"I found Harry." I didn't have time for greetings. I felt like if we would spend too much time on the phone, he would disappear once again.

"What? Where? How?" Liam asked in a rushed voice.

"Hold on. All I know is he is in a bakery in a small town." I answered. "Anyway, tell the others, I'll go and take Harry." I answered and heard Liam wish me luck before I hung up and get out of the car.

This was it, the moment I've waited for so long. A whole fucking year. I've searched almost everywhere I would've thought he would have been. 

I'd asked everyone that were close to him. I did everything I could've possibly done and here he was, in the middle of nowhere, in a small town that was most probably not even on the map.

I was walking towards the bakery where I saw him when I was just taking in my surroundings.

I reached the door and took a deep breath in. This was it. The point where he would understand and come with me or he would run off.

I hoped it was the first option.

I pushed the door and entered. The smell of fresh baked bread invading my nose. It smelled really good and calmed me a little.

I went up to the counter since there was no-one in sight. I wondered if I only dreamt seeing him here. If it was just another boy that looked like him.

I rang the little bell on the desk. A girl came out of the doors. She smiled up at me and with a gentle voice asked "Hey, how can I help you sir?"

"Hum, do you know someone that goes by the name of Harry that works here?" I asked, my voice and face emotionless. 

"Yeah hold on, he was taking his break but I'm sure he'd like to come and talk to you." She answered and smiled up at me. 

On the outside I knew I looked perfectly fine, but on the inside I was freaking out.

What if everything went really wrong. What if he wouldn't even listen to me? What if he had changed so much he had become violent and wanted to cut my throat off? What if-

I was cut out of my thoughts when I saw Harry come out of the doors the girl had come out before. He looked the same. He was wearing jeans, less thight than before though and he was wearing an apron like the other girl.

His face changed completely when he saw I was the one that asked for him. 

He looked both scared and angry.

"Paul." His voice was slow but I knew he was only trying to stop it from shaking.

"Harry." I answered.