Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 5.

Harry's POV

"I don't know, he just saw me and ran off I didn't know what to do." I pace back and forth tugging my hair. I feel like I lost a lot of it already but I don't care, I'm worried sick of Louis. Seeing him shake and sweat while sleeping really scared me and now he's gone.

"I'll be back. I'm gonna go look for him!" I walk towards the car keys located at the counter of the table.

"You're not going by yourself." Niall gets up from the couch and jogs towards me.

"Liam. Zayn. Stay here just in case he comes back. Call us if he does right away." We walk out and Niall takes the keys from my hand.

"Give it back!" I fight.

"No. I'll drive and you'll look. If you find him, be in the back with him. You're the only one close to him." He had a point, without any time wasting we get in the car and look everywhere. First we drive at the section where is all messy and scary then to the fancy high class but still couldn't find no signs of Louis. It's almost 2 in the morning and I won't stop looking.

"Last place." Niall sighs. I see how tired he is and I feel so bad he had to come. My head goes back out the window and we stop at an intersection. There's a bench on the next block and someone laying on it. I almost think that it's him but in the same time I'm not sure.

"Here stop." I say before Niall turns and leaves without checking the person on the wooden chair. I get off from my seat and walk towards the dark bench. Praying for a miracle, I flash my phone on the figure laying down and once the light hits the face I sigh in relief.

"Louis?" He doesn't wake after a few shakes and the least I can do is pick him up. My arms slowly goes under his back and the other under his legs. He weights nothing. Once I turn around I see Niall on the phone probably telling the boys we found him. I open the back door and get us both in. My hands releases his head and let it gently collapse on my laps.

Why would he run away and sleep on a bench? I won't dare ask him this question soon but maybe later when things starts to get better. Louis doesn't have his jumper nor anything keeping his feet warm so I pull out the blanket behind the seat, wrap it around him, and hold him close. My hands and fingers touches the soft hair of Louis and I start to study every little thing about him. His eye lashes little, his eyebrows in a frown, his soft cheeks that blushes not that often, lips pursed. Louis is perfect.

The car comes to a stop and I lift the body once again. As soon as I walk in the house, bloodshot eyes were on Louis and I. I realised the sigh of relief and the worried looks gone. Stepping on the stair case I look down to see eyes staring back at me.

"You're awake." It was more to myself than him, I never put him down and I continued carrying him to my bedroom.

"I needed to be alone." Louis mumbles as I lay him down on the bed and cover him with the thick duvet.

"Now you can." As soon as I was about to walk out, I feel a cold hand wrap around my wrist.

"Come." He lets go and pats to the empty space next to him. I do as he says and walk around the bed and take off my shoes. I sit down on the edge but I hear him groan.

"No!" He pulls me towards him and he asks me to lay down next to him. Without hesitation, I pull the blanket over my body and snuggle next to him. His arms rest by my hips the way they do when I'm "asleep" and I hear him inhale a deep breath.

"How'd you find me?" He questions, I look up to see the pair of blue studying my face.

"I looked everywhere. I wasn't just gonna let you run off like that and I couldn't let that happen." I look back down not wanting to feel like I'm being a bit dramatic.