You're Mine (Harry Styles-Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Five

Saturday morning.

My parents are working late once again. Noah's at his friend's again. Spencer is in Connecticut visiting family. Tom texted me asking if I wanted to 'hang' with him but I am not 'hanging' with him, it's not happening. I am so tempted to do something I shouldn't. But I really don't care. I'm right back to feeling numb. I am empty again. Now it's just clarified that I am, in fact, not good enough for any one to love. I don't know why I actually thought for one minute that I was. I will never be good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, I could go on. I grabbed an old back pack of mine and  shoved a sweat shirt and some baggy pants in.  I filled three water bottles up with water and shoved granola bars, rites crackers, and some fruit into my bag. I took my phone but I'm going to shut it off anyway. I wrote a quick 'I'm fine' note and that's it. So they don't think I'm kidnapped and hopefully wont call the police. I want them to worry about me. Yes that's selfish but I just need to get out of here for a night and I don't want to be with anyone. If my mom knew I was camping out at the beach alone she would never let me go. There's a part of me that thinks they wont even notice I'm gone. Even if they do, they know I'm fine...so they can have peace.  Once I was ready (and had my pocket knife for protection) I headed out the door.

The walk to the beach was long and tiring. I set up my little tent on the sand and set up a place for a fire. Yes when it's dark it can be scary but I have don't this before when no one was home.  I gathered wood and put it in the middle of the hole in the sand. When I was all set up I went to the rocks near me and sat on the highest one. I took out my sketch pad and drew to keep myself calm.

Jill's Mom's P.O.V

My husband and I lied to Jillian about working late. She hasn't been her self lately, like something is bothering her, so we took the day off.  We woke up before her and went shopping for some food for dinner.  The drive home was long from all of the traffic but I finally made it home.

"Jillian! Get up!" I yelled to my sleeping daughter upstairs while putting some stuff away from the store.

"Jillian?!" I yelled again. Still no answer. I curiously walked up stairs into her room expecting to see her out cold in bed, but she wasn't. Her bed was made and there was a note on her pillow. It read 'I'm fine' what does that even mean...

"Jillian!" I yelled one more time. Maybe she's in the house? But why would she write that note then.

"Have you seen Jillian?" I asked my husband when he came in with the last of the grocery's.

"Isn't she up stairs?" He asked.

"No." I began to panic. What if she's hurt. Or kidnapped, or did she run away!

"Oh my god, oh my god!" I said sitting down.

"Hey! We will find her I bet she's fine and will be back soon. Did she leave a note maybe?"

"Yeah it said I'm fine...that's it."

"Ok well at least it's not a kidnapping."

"It could be. I bet some psycho got her and made her write that..."My husband gave me a puzzled look.  

"Probably...not."

"Well it could be. I'm going to call her." I picked up the house phone and dialed Jillian's cell but it went right to voice mail.

"Oh my god!"

"Shh...she's going to be ok." He hugged me and tried to comfort me but I hear fear in his voice.

"Wait a minute...Harry. I have his number maybe he knows where she is."

"Ok try him." I dialed the number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?" I can hear how confused he is that I am calling.

"Harry! Harry have you seen Jillian." I couldn't help but sound so desperate.

"What? No. Why is she ok?" I can hear the desperation in his voice right back now.

"I don't know...Can you come over?" I asked hoping he will help. He probably knows my daughter more than I do.

"I'll be over in a minute." And with that he hung up.