I Was Saved By One Direction

Part 23: Goodbye Dubai, Goodbye Allison

*Louis' POV*

Allison had been gone for three days and Simon said we can't leave Dubai yet. Even though we don't know if she is still IN Dubai. She wasn't missing last time she ran off because she told us where she was each day. This was different. She only texted us one word three days ago.

"What happened before she ran away?" Simon asks.

"We had a fight." I bang my head on the table.

"Has she made any form of contact?" Simon questions us.

"I asked her if she would every come back and all she said was someday." Eleanor answers.

"How long ago was that?"

"Ten hours after she left." Liam shrugs.

"I don't know what to tell you boys." Simon rubs his forehead. "You need to go to London in a few more days. I think you just need to go back and hope for the best."

"We can't go back!" I yell whipping my head up. "If we leave without her I will never forgive myself! Danny will flip!"

"I'm sorry, but there isn't anything we can do. Allison's phone is turned off so we can't track it. There is no way of finding her. My hands are tied." Simon explains.

"Oh my God." I run my hands through my hair. This was all my fault.

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"We're not giving up." I toss my jacket across the room as we walk into the hotel.

"She could be anywhere by now." Zayn shakes his head.

"We have three and a half days!" I shout. "We have to at least try!"

"Louis..." Harry trails off.

"If you won't help me then I'll go myself. I'm not the only one that can learn from her." I snap and walk out. I jog downstairs to the hotel. I run down to a car dealership where I rent one. I start driving everywhere.

I swear I looked over the whole country but there was she was no where to be seen. I drive back to the hotel smashing my head on the wheel. It hurt like mad but I didn't f***ing care. It was nothing compared to everything I said to Al.

I drag myself up to the hotel room. "No luck?" El raises an eyebrow. I don't reply, slumping into our room. I drop onto our bed digging my head under a pillow. I wanted to sufficate myself but I would let everyone down.

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We spent the entire next day looking for Allison. We called her friends too but she wasn't anywhere in sight. No one had even seen her walking along the road. I felt like we were out of hope. It had come to a last resort. We had to put it out there that she was missing.

"I got the flyers." Niall sniffs walking over to me. He was crying a lot these days with Allison gone.

"There are a bunch of places offering to put them up in their buildings." Liam adds. Zayn walks over with the staplers.

"Let's just do this." I tell them, taking my sweatshirt. Danny runs over holding my hand. We go to the lift in silence. It takes us down to the lobby where we go up to the front desk. We give them a couple copies.

Next was going to the car and driving around to give the posters to stores. Then we walked around stapling them to poles and such. Last was the most heartbreaking. We all pull out our phones, sitting under a tree by the beach. I put up the picture along with a message.

Hey everyone. I know it's going to be hard to hear this. F***, it's hard for me to say. But on October 18th 2013 Allison Grace Tomlinson went missing. As far as we know she is still in Dubai, unfortunatly we don't even know if she is still breathing. Please help.

Everyone was starting to lose it and that's how I end up with ten people crying on me. I close my eyes leaning my head against the tree. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Allison.

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The phone rings again. I let out a groan picking it up. "If you are a fan I love you, we wouldn't be where we are without you, I'll try to make this sound nice, but if you don't know where Allison please hang up because we need the line open in case someone does find her." The line goes dead. I dig my head into my knees as tears start to escape my eyes. Everyone just left for breakfast so I was alone and that is the only reason why I let myself cry.

I lost my daughter. I lost Allison. I lost Niall's girlfriend. I'm the biggest f***ing idiot in the world for saying those things I said. I wish I had a time machine. 

My life had been turned upside-down since she ran away. I haven't eaten anything and I haven't slept either. I lay awake at night thinking about what I could do to bring her back. Each night Niall and I fight over who gets to sleep with her pillow. It doesn't even smell like her anymore. It smelled of tears now.

Simon was going to force us back to London without her. We would have to explain to Danny that she wouldn't be coming home. No one had any way of finding Allison and she hasn't been spotted anywhere. Not a single sign.

We talked to Simon a couple days ago. We were leaving tomorrow at lunch. Simon called me earlier and said that we should just let her go which made me want to throw myself out the window. The thought of Allison not coming back made me go mad.

I get to my feet walking over to the lamp on the dresser. I unscrew the lightbulb then smash it against the wood. I carefully pick up the shards and put them in a box under the bed. I take one of them walking into the bathroom. I hold my arm over the sink. Eleanor wouldn't be happy. With that, I make a cut down my arm. It stung bad but it felt good for some reason. I make five cuts down my right arm. Once I finish I place bandages over them.

Walking back into the room I slide down against the bed. I hug my knees tight to my chest digging my head back into them. I start to sob again. Why?

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We walk out of the airport with emotionless faces. I was pail and I felt like throwing up. Fans and paparazzi were crowded around. Everyone else was crying. I refused to let people know I was depressed. We move as slow as possible, hoping Allison would turn up. I was holding her backpack to my chest.

"Louis." Simon calls after me. Everyone was on the plane already. I glance over my shoulder. No sign. I let out a deep breath stepping onto the plane.

I walk to an empty seat in the back of first class. I wanted to be alone and they understood that so I sit my myself. Still gripping the backback like my life depended on it I lay my head against the window. I look out of it at the people crowded around. My eyes flicker across each face, searching for one person that never turned up. The realization hit me that we probably wouldn't find her.