Unity | Harry Styles AU

XLII: my dearest lass;

i'm so happy! today, may 23 2017, Unity reached 3k reads. i know it's not a huge number but it means so much to me. thank you everyone! happy reading!

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cloves - don't forget about me

The sunlight from outside peered through the windows directly into my field of view, forcing me to wake up.

I groaned in discomfort and rolled over to the other side so that I was facing Harry- however there was no Harry to be seen.

I opened my eyes and frowned. Considering it didn't seem like Harry had slept for days, I would have expected that I would be the first one awake, and he'd be the one I would force out of bed.

I checked my phone. It was nearly eleven in the morning. Perhaps Harry was downstairs making breakfast? I made myself believe so.

I didn't bring a second set of clothes because frankly, I wasn't expecting to stay the night. Instead, I just grabbed the Tee I was wearing the night before and threw it on.

I didn't bother to make the bed. I just made my way out of the Master Bedroom and into the hallway. Oddly enough, it did not smell like breakfast was being made. Usually when Harry was making food, the aroma was very apparent.

I was a bit confused. But before I made any assumptions, I went downstairs and checked the kitchen myself.

Nobody was there.

The lights were still on, which I quickly turned off to conserve energy. The Bar and the kitchen were exactly how they were the night before, meaning Harry was definitely not here making breakfast. He hadn't even cleaned up after himself. Bottles and glasses were scattered all over the island, as well as a couple ashtrays.

"Harry?" I called out.

I looked in the living room, I checked his office, I checked the bathrooms, I looked in the basement, but each outcome was the same; Silence. There were no signs of Harry anywhere.

My heart was beginning to race a bit. Had he gone out for a walk? Had he gone out to the store? Where was he?

I tried to calm my mind a bit. He was a grown man, he could go where he wanted. I couldn't control him. But, I could call him. If he had gone out somewhere, he would have brought his phone with him.

I turned on my phone, and dialed in Harry's number. It soon began to ring. I waited impatiently. It went to voicemail. I hung up, and called it again.

I shivered. I was a bit chilly in this vast house of his. Too much air conditioning I guess. I figured I would grab a sweatshirt from Harry's wardrobe. I hesitated if I should at first- we didn't really make up last night. We didn't really solve the underlying problem, but he usually didn't mind when I borrowed his clothes, he's said before that he liked it when I wore his shirts. I didn't see this time as an exception.

I went up the stairs once again, holding my phone close the my ear, impatiently waiting for him to pick up. As I opened the Master Bedroom door, I quickly realized why he wasn't answering my call.

...A buzzing was heard from underneath the duvet sheet.

I flattened out the blanket and grabbed Harry's phone from underneath it.

'Incoming call from Alaska Dwyer'

Harry's screen read. I quickly hung up the phone. My heart sunk into my stomach.

Along with Harry's phone, was a shoebox, and an envelope titled 'My dearest Lass;'

I didn't dare to open that letter. What did this mean?