Safe (One Direction) [On Hold]

 Harry

bayleaf1994: hello? anyone want to talk? im bored -.-

haz25: hi bayleaf im bored too :)

bayleaf1994: my name's bailey :D

haz25: harry. i'm seventeen, nice to meet you

bayleaf1994: i'm seventeen as well im glad you're on, I never have anyone to talk too

haz25: well, im here, talk away ;)

two months later

bayleaf1994: i seriously have nothing left but you, harry, my life is going down the drain

haz25: well, babe, im always here for you, alright?

bayleaf1994: i know :)

haz25: you can always talk to me, love

bayleaf1994: always. honestly, harry, you're my best friend

haz25: you're mine too, love :)

“Talking to that girl again, Harry?” asks Louis. He's hovering behind me again, like he's taken to doing recently. It's really kind of annoying. I quickly switch to another tab, before he can read the conversation.

“Oh, so you are” says Louis, smirking. I hit him lightly on the arm. I can feel my cheeks heating though.

“Wow, you really like her” teases Louis.

“Shove off, boo-bear” I grumble.

“Do you even know for sure she's a girl?” asks Louis. “She could be an eighty-four year old man-” I clap a hand over his mouth.

“Does it matter?” I ask. “It's not like we're gonna meet up or anything.” Louis tries to say something around my hand. “Bye, Lou” I say, and then I release him. He glares at me, but turns around and leaves me alone. I open the tab again.

bayleaf1994: you there?

haz25: here, love. my friend was distracting me

bayleaf1994: tell him to go away xD

haz25: I did, he actually listened for once

bayleaf1994: ohmygod there's someone in my house

haz25: what?

bayleaf1994: im alone and I just heard a noise

haz25: call 999 right now

bayleaf1994: my phone's not working

haz25: your address? ill call

bayleaf1994: 654 forester ln harpenden england

haz25: forget me run ill call now

I pick up my phone, sincerely hoping she's telling the truth.

bayleaf1994: there's a man here, tall, dark hair harry please call I love you by har

*bayleaf1994 has signed out*

“999, what's your emergency?” asks the operator. I decide to lie, a split-second decision. If I tell the truth, she'll think it's a joke.

“My friend's missing” I say. “654 Forester Lane, Harpenden.”

“We'll send the police” says the operator. I hang up without another word. I'm heading over there. I stand up.