To Reach

Chapter Seventeen: Turmoil

Zayn woke with a start at the insistent sound of his cell phone going off. He groaned, untangled himself from Arabella’s sleeping form, and reached for the obnoxious sounding object. He answered the call and immediately stiffened.

“Harry, mate, what do you mean she’s missing? She’s been with you.” Zayn asked alert as worry began to set in.

“Niall’s with you? Fuck, I’ll call Liam and be over soon. Go through her credit cards and bank card transactions.” Zayn replied, tugging on the nearest set of jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I got it, mate. Bye.” Zayn ended the call and quickly dialed Liam.

“Liam, Sabella’s missing. We need to head to Harry’s.” Zayn rushed out, all his senses kicking into overdrive.

“I fucking know, told Harry to check all of her credit card and bank card transactions to try and track her a bit.” Zayn answered with a growl of frustration.

“I’ll see you soon.” He replied, ending the call and looking back at Arabella’s sleeping form.

            The dark haired male sighed, slipped his mobile into his pocket, and drifted back towards the bed where Arabella continued to slumber. His hand stroked down her cheek and a small satisfied smile tugged at his lips when, even in her sleep, she leaned into his touch. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, finger tips still brushing over her cheek, and murmured sweet words before pulling away. Arabella moaned at the loss of contact but continued to sleep on, exhausted from their vigorous bed activity.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now, Harry. She withdrew ten thousand pounds from her account here in London? That means she is using cash which has no paper trail and we are absolutely fucked.” Niall shouted, frustrated and confused.

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, Niall? I am not an idiot. Why would she just up and leave?”  Harry snapped back, voice booming through the room.

“Do you think she went back to uni?” Niall asked, reigning himself in.

“No, she’s smarter than that. Fucking hell, this is not what we need.” Harry responded, face in his hands.

            Niall sighed and sank into the couch. He couldn’t help but blame himself. If he hadn’t left none of this would be happening right now. If he hadn’t reappeared and mind fucked her the way he did, all would be well. He was a royal fuck up and there was no denying that as he took in the fact that she just left. The blue eyed male looked at the green eyed male and felt even worse at seeing the concern, fear, and hurt dancing through the green eyes.

“I fucked shit up big time.” Niall breathed, looking down at his hands.

            Sabella sighed as she curled up in her old room in her parent’s house. She just needed to be away from everything and her parents were more than happy to hide her. Her mother was concerned to see her strong willed and controlled daughter on her doorstep at five in the morning sobbing. Her father said nothing as he had taken control of the situation. Sabella would forever be grateful for her father and his understanding without needing an explanation.

            Everything was out of control. The brunette let the tears fall as her heart ached. How was she supposed to choose one over the other when she loved them both so completely it consumed her? They were two different halves of the same coin and to choose one felt impossible. Harry was her light, her even player, her safety in the darkest of hours. Niall was the fire in her veins, the wind whipping through her hair, her personal addiction. The situation was slowly ripping her to pieces and her tender heart was somehow still beating even while she was reeling.