A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty Eight

Louis's P.O.V.

The last three days has been really tough, for all of us. Especially for Darcy's mother to digest the news. The news spread around like wildfire.

"One Direction star Niall Horan's secret girlfriend missing". The management is on our asses trying to find out what actually happened. We cancelled all the shows, interviews and even concerts because Niall was not in the state to attend any of those. Concerned messages from the fans blew up our notifications. The phones are continously ringing. Someone ringing our door bell every minute.

But we have security outside now. They send back people who are not relations or friends. Lara called as soon as she heard the news and promised to kick all of our asses if anything happens to her. She texts me constantly asking for updates but I have nothing to reply. We have been charging Niall's phone constantly so that it does not go out. Waiting for the address. We have the money ready, in the backseat of our car. We didn't inform the police but we hired special agents to monitor all our security cameras and all the security stuff.

But the toughest of all was Niall. He'll always wake up screaming and panting, yelling for Darcy. The first day was the worst. He didn't sleep for two days after. He was like a zombie, chanting Darcy's name over and over. Everyone worried about him because he was literally going psyhco. To be honest, I'm scared too.

I'm scared of what might happen next. It seems like our life is so uncertain right now.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair. The rate of my heartbeat won't slow down. I am aware that Darcy is still in danger. I try to keep the unsettling thoughts out of my head as I check Niall's phone once more before heading for Harry's room.

I slightly knock on the door which is partly open. I let myself in when he comes out of his closet.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, eyeing the clothes in his hand.

"I-um- taking these spare clothes to the car" he replied. Harry was tired as well. He blames himself for everything. He thinks his carelessness has put Darcy in this position. The picture that bastard sent made everything harder for him.

He elaborated, "You know, when he t-texts the address, we-we might need these. For-for Darcy" Harry said. I nodded my head understandingly and patted his shoulder. Harry broke down. He let the contents in his hands hit the floor with a small thud.

"Its my fault, Louie. It's my fucking fault" tears ran freely down his cheeks and he made no attempt to wipe them. Seeing him like this made me miserable. I have I ever thought that I would see Harry like this. The guilt was eating him whole.

"Harry, I told you. You don't have anything to do with this. You couldnt've prevented it. It is what it is. He would've taken Darcy anyway." I tried, my right hand still on his shoulder.

He shook his head, wiping the tears from his eyes. He looked as miserable as Niall but unlike him, the storm was inside Harry and he was trying so hard not to break down. But how much can a man take? Everytime he sees Niall, I see the pain behind his eyes.

"Niall?" he asked, his voice rough because of his crying.

"He is sleeping. I slipped some sleeping pills in his glass of water" I answered Harry. He nodded.

Niall needed it though. He didn't sleep for two whole days. He was going crazy and was being really paranoid. Harry sighed and picked the clothes from the ground. He dropped them on the bed this time and sat down, rubbing his eyes.

"Did you-" he started but I cut him off.

"I just checked Niall's phone. No text" I told before he could finish the question. He has been asking me this question a lot now and I got used to it.