Diana

Drugged

-'Lissa? Lissa? Whats going on?' I ask, my voice rushed.

She lets out a sigh of relief.

'Harry? What is it?' Liam asks, his expression worried, even after I just snatched the phone from his god damn hands.

A thump sounds down the phone, and I wait for her to answer me. Has she dropped her phone?

The line goes silent for a minute, and then I swear I jump out of my skin.

I have to take the phone a little away from my ear, as her screams fill the speaker, and bounce from one wall to another.

What the hell? Is she hurt? Has she fell? What's going on?

I'm just about to speak when a bleep signals the end of the phone call.

'Fuck.' I throw my phone to the floor, and throw my trainers on, rather then my boots.

'What the hell was that?' Liam asks, being only background noises as my head spins around and around, the sounds of her pain not leaving me, not getting any quieter.

My hands find their way to my curls, and slightly tug at the dark strands of hair.

'Stop the car!' I shout, before I can even think.

'We have to be at the airport in half a hour, Mr Styles.' The driver informs me.

'I don't have half a fucking hour!' I shout, slamming my wrist down on the seat beside me. Why the hell did I ever leave her? What is wrong with my head? I'm so selfish! 'Is there a airport closer? Anything?'

'Erm, I'm not sure, Mr Styles.' The driver messes with the sat-nav before spinning the car around.

'Where the fuck are you going? You better be taking me somewhere that will get me to fucking Mallorca quicker!' My fist slams against the seat, again.

'Stop being so rude!' Liam cusses, his phone to his ear. 'Shes not god damn answering.'

'She won't.' I sigh, biting my nails.

'What the hells going on?' Liam dials her number again.

'I don't know!' I bite.

'Calm down, Harry.'

'Calm down? How the hell do you expect me to calm down when my girlfriend has just rang me and someone could be with her? Oh shit! It could be Ken!'

'I feel the same, Harry. Just remember how you left her, though. You shouldn't have left her. You told me she wasn't even your girlfriend.'

'Shut up Liam! I can't change the past.'

'You shouldn't have to change anything if your treating her properly.'

'Shut your mouth!' I shout, and the driver gives me a dis-approving look. 'And you, your meant to me driving, mind your own business!'

He turns away, and Liam shakes his head, the only noise being the answer machine of Lissa's phone.

Why do I always do this? Put myself before others? I love her. So why pretend she isn't my girlfriend? Why push her away?

As we zoom full speed across the motorway, a tear slips from my eye. I wipe it away quickly, checking that no-one seen.

Lissa's POV

'Shut up!' A clammy hand covers my mouth, and now the screaming is muffled.

'Let go! Let go!' I wriggle around. Who is this?

'Your not going to scream, are you?' Comes the deep voice that I can't recognise.