Lost

Sixteen

Louis;

I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles hurt as I speed across the city.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."

"Hi! You've reached Harry, leave a mess-"

"Damnit!" I throw my phone into the passenger's seat.

I've called Harry's cell about fifty times- probably more- and he hasn't answered a single one of my calls.

My tires screech as I pull into the parking lot of my apartment building. I park my car haphazardly across two parking spaces, but I'm too rushed and panicked to care.

Luke had said it was too late, that Harry was already gone. I know it's true,but a part of me is still irrationally clinging to the hope that I would walk into my apartment and Harry would greet me like he always does.

That hope is shattered as soon as I throw the door open.

"Harry!" I call out desperately, letting the door clang against the wall as I walk into my apartment.

"Harry please tell me you're here!"

There is no response, only silence, and my heart sinks to the floor.

I glance around, looking for any signs of a struggle, or any clues as to where Harry could've been taken.

My heart jolts when I spot something on the coffee table. Quickly, I walk over to it.

It's my old tracking device. I haven't used this since the academy. What is it doing here?

There's a note underneath it. I take it out and unfold it carefully, stiffening as I see who it's from.

Harry.

Louis,

I'm sorry I had to do this to you. I wish there was another way, but there isn't. This is the only way that I can keep you, my mom, everyone, safe.

I've gone with Leyton, willingly, so he won't hurt anyone I care about. He said if I didn't go that he had ways to hurt them, ways to hurt you, and I couldn't let that happen.

So many people have already suffered because of me.

I don't know what Leyton will do to me, or if I'll ever see you again. So if I don't, just know this;

If I die, it's not your fault, Louis.

I chose this. It was my decision.

And I don't want you to live the rest of your life bearing a burden that is not yours to carry.

But there's still a chance that I'll be ok.I found this thing in the desk of the guest room. I hope to god it is what I think it is, and that it works.

I know you'll know what to do.

I love you, Louis.

I love you, always.

Yours forever,

Harry xx

My hands are shaking, the paper crinkling slightly as I clutch the edges of it. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I keep them at bay.

I have no time to be weak.

I fold the paper carefully and slide it into my back pocket. Bending down, I pick up the tracker, seeing that it's already turned on.

There's a red blinking dot on the screen. Harry is about an hour and a half away from Cheshire, and he's been gone for a while now, as it's almost 6:30.