Into The Night

Thirty-Two

One week. . . just one week and it's already November 13, Friday. It was a fun school day, there wasn't any Taylor Swift but the guys had fun. . . or so I'm told.

Unfortunately, I've caught a fever and I wasn't able to go to school. Fortunate enough that I got sick on a not-so important school day. . . but unfortunate that it was near the weekend.

I've spent my whole day lying down, watching movies, playing with my cards, listening to music and sleeping. . . mostly sleeping. My eyes hurt, I feel literally hot, most of my muscles hurt and I'm just tired by doing nothing.

I stroke forty earlier and then Niall was convinced that I was really I'll earlier. He really wasn't going to believe me but thank God for our neighbours, one of them had a thermometer.

The next day, Saturday, Niall woke up very early and so did I but most of the time, my eyes were partly closed.

"Harry, could you live until the rest of the day?" He asked, getting dressed to go somewhere.

"Yeah, I'll live." I answered, "Did you feed CM?" I asked, my voice drowsy as ever as though I'm still half asleep. My head really hurts.

"Yeah, I have. There should be instant food on the shelves, I need to go out." He said, opening the door.

"Right, right, you have a date." I teased, wanting to end the conversation because I just want to sleep.

"No." He replied sternly, "Just an alarming emergency." I could tell it was, he seemed like he was in a hurry.

Maybe it was me being ill but for once, I wasn't curious about anything he says. "Right, right, have a good day." I mumbled and closed my eyes. My head is an alarming emergency, it kept on pounding and I'm pretty sure I'm looking all red. I've took my medicine but not much has changed still yesterday. I was sick yesterday, I'm still sick now, all the same.

When I woke up, I'd think it was some time before lunch, my face falling sideways flatly on my pillow as I've been hearing something vibrating and ringing. "Leprechaun, if that is some damn alarm, turn it off." I chuntered, still somnolent.

And yet, the ringing did not stop. Until, I realised, it was actually my ringtone playing, often cut up by text messages. I left it like that and shut my eyes.

It did not stop when I was hoping it would.

"Bloody --" I spat and reached for my phone. "hell."

I looked at my phone and rubbed my eyes as it was too bright for me. I waited for a few moments until I saw the messages were from the gang. Kendall is the one calling me right now so I answered her.

"Yes? Listen Kendall, I'm not in the best condition to--"

"Have you seen Taylor?" She asked.

Suddenly, I was awake. "Pardon?"

"You didn't know?" Kendall asked.

I had a good comeback, I did. . . but I didn't say it. I wanted to know what exactly happened and why the hell they're acting like there's an emergency. And then I realised it, Niall was in a hurry, text messages and phone calls from the gang. Now, here is Kendall asking me if I saw Taylor.

"No." I answered. "Why? Wh-What happened?" I asked, now my head hurts a lot worse yet I tried not to mind it.

"She's been missing since yesterday."

My mind blanked out. I just couldn't process what she said because the words just didn't seem like they could be sewn together in one sentence.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, maybe trying to recall if I've heard it right.