Hunters ≫ H.S (Sequel to Runners) DISCONTINUED

Chapter [11]

[Harry Styles]

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"No, no, no Lou the parts face outwards like this."

"Well now that just looks inside out."

I gently close my eyes, taking in a slow and steady breath. Louis bumped something across the table and Niall slapped him on the back of the head. I heard the thud of his palm hitting Louis's shaggy head.

"You idiot those were missing parts to the other mother board." Niall groaned and then I heard a chair scoot out across the floor.

"Ow, well then what are you doing smacking me for it? Just pick it up, Jesus."

If I weren't so damn tired I would have easily gotten my fist into their argument, shutting them both up with nothing but a stare and perhaps a grit in my teeth.

Boot heels click against the metal stairs beyond us lads, "You morons have been working at this for three days. Is anything working yet?" Malia came in and I could already picture her stance right there behind me. Both hands on her hips and one leg pointed out in front of her. Her sour expression also making an appearance on her face.

"Addison stole a lot of parts, some still missing." Niall sighed and I finally swiveled back around in my chair.

Everyone looked at me, their glares settling as every argument died down. I paused before pulling my eyebrows up into bewilderment, "Oh no please continue," I gesture at Malia and the boys. Only Louis looked away with embarrassment. "I'm really interested in what all of you have to complain about."

"Look Harry we're sorry-" Niall starts but I cut him off at the end.

"I've gone three days without a wink of sleep, an ounce of food or even a proper moment to my damn self." I hold my hand up and sigh.

Malia also takes in a sharp breath before shifting to her other leg for comfort. Her dark eyes fall onto my clenched fist out in front of me.

I release my grip and showed everyone what I've been holding this entire time, "I recall you lads were with me that night but in case you've forgotten, this," It was a blue dummy. A pacifier I found in Addison's flat back in Chicago, "This is what I lost and I'm not going to rest until I get my family back."

It felt strange saying it all out loud. Family, I hadn't had one of those in years, decades almost. Lucy and Benny were the last of them and I lost them too, I'm not about to lose another family.

Finally all three of them look down with uneasiness. Louis has yet to look up and Niall begins fiddling with a small computer piece in his hands. There was silence in the rafters up above where we all sat and even in the bunkers openness below. Not many men or women were down there at all this evening and whoever was down there was just as silent as these three.

I scooted backwards in my chair and walked around my desk. The baby's dummy was still hidden in my fist, I haven't let go of it since we left Chicago. I didn't want to leave but the boys were right about one thing that night. We wouldn't be able to track down Addison without a bug on her bag. Liam pinned it into the backpack strap and now that strap is sitting on Niall's work bench. No one can bring us to her now.