-Harry's POV-
"We can't let Miranda know he's here. She'll only ask questions and I don't exactly have all the answers." I tell Zayn walking out from the hallway and into the living room where I see him sitting on the couch watching a football game, like he has the last few days.
I don't know why I had agreed to let Michael stay with us, I'm not sure why Zayn had agreed as well. He's staying in the guest bedroom where Miranda I sleep as I take the couch. He should be taking the couch, not me. I sit down next to Zayn as I see him just sit there, moping. I'm not the kind to get all gushy but I do feel sympathy for him. I don't know what it would feel like if Miranda would just leave and not talk to me without giving me a reason.
I grab the remote from off the coffee table and tell Zayn he should probably get some sleep. That and I don't know how much longer I can stand to watch France lose to Italy. I put the remote down and shut all the lights off as soon as I hear Zayn's room door shut. I lie down on the couch my feet facing the door. I started to wiggle and shift as I try to get comfortable. My hands are behind my head as I attempt to support my head. I just laid there thinking of what kind of mess I am in.
I mean if Jordan is dead from overdose, and my brother isn't trying to revenge me, who is? Who set me up and why? The next person I need to find is probably gonna be my runaway father, who left us when we most needed him. I need to know why he left, and if he knows anything about the death of Gemma and my mother, or is he knows who's trying to set me up. Anything at all that could help me in the long run. All I want right now is to be with Miranda.
I just want her laying up against me as I run my fingers through her hair. Her head against my chest as she listens to my heart beat. The only sound in the room is us breathing and the silence of the room. I need to talk to her but it's midnight right now and I doubt she is up. I want to know if she is alright, but I had Louis check on her for me and everything seems to be okay right now. I don't want anything bad to happen to her, since I still don't know who is calling her. I thought I did, I really did. Maybe it's a copycat following Jordan's ways.
If anything happened to her, even a scratch I just might just lose it. Right now she is all I have in life, and soon I fear she will slip through my fingers. I know she is worried not only for herself, but for me as well. She is so worked up over me that she seems to forget about the safety of herself.
I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and decide to text her real quick.
To; Miranda <3
Night love, miss you. xxx
-Miranda's POV-
I hear my phone buzz as I stare blankly at the wall. So much has been happening lately, I forget to just take a moment and let it all sink in. The light from my phone screen blinds me. I shut my eyes and then open to blink to regain my vision to see I have a new text message from Harry. The clock on my phone reads almost midnight. What is he doing up this late? Wait... Why am I up this late? I hope he's not afraid of sleeping alone tonight. I hate to hear when he gets his nightmares. It's frightening.
I smiled at the text and decided not to text him back, cause if I do, he'll only text back. And I'm to tired to get into a deep conversation this late at night. I'll text him in the morning to let him know I'm doing alright.
I wish he will stop making sure that I'm alright. I'm fine and I can take care of myself. He needs to worry about himself, and the fear that he could end up back in jail for something he didn't even do!
I'm glad he's thinking about me, and sending Louis over once in a while to check up on me. But I'm afraid Louis will come when Vivian or my father is home and i don't know how I would explain this to them on the spot. I'm a terrible liar in some cases. And this one happens to be one of them.
I have other things to worry about, my mother for example. I worry to much about Harry that I forget to worry about the fear of my mother's health. I have college's to think about. I want to go to the states for college I really do. I mean once my mother gets better I tend to stay close near her. As for Harry I want to be close to him too. I hope he will consider moving to the states. It would give him a fresh new start in life, and I think that's exactly what he needs.
I also have Perrie to worry about. Who was she with the other day when I was with Niall? She couldn't be cheating, could she? She loves Zayn to much to cheat. I don't think she has any siblings that I've heard her mention of either. I need to talk to her and I'm gonna have to talk to her tomorrow and find out what the hell is going on.
Zayn is in to much pain not knowing where Perrie is, what she is doing, who she is with. It's causing him heartache and I hate to see him wreck over something like this. I owe to Zayn to find out where she has been lately. He protected me from Harry that night when he was drunk, and he's helped Harry more than once on his quest.
*Next Day*
I told my father that I was gonna be out for the day to catch up on some sight-seeing. He asked if he wanted me to join, but I declined saying that they may need him at the hospital at moment's notice and he should stay home and spend time with Vivian and Luke. He insisted just to make sure that I would be okay but I said I'd be fine.
I was on my way to the police station to see if Perrie was working there today. I know I should have done this sooner and check up on her, but I assumed everything was doing fine up until yesterday. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled up to the fifteen minute parking thinking I'm probably not gonna be here that long, if she is or isn't here.
I walked through the front doors and through security, which was quicker than usual. Must be a slow crime day, thank god. I walked up to the security desk to find Perrie turned around in her wheelie chair on the phone twisting the cord around her finger. "Mhmm. Alright I'll tell him.... Yup... Okay... Bye." She hing up the phone on the receiver and turned herself around so now she was facing me.
Her facial expression told me she was shocked to see me here. "Miranda, what are you doing here?"
"Here to see you."
"Why, is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine, that is except for Zayn." Her face looked like she had seen a ghost since her face had dropped completely. Her sloutched shoulders and back straitened out to here what I had to say next.
"Is he alright?"
"Yeah he will be if you go and see him."
She looked relieved to see he was fine, bit not quite convinced. "I can't, not right now anyway."
"What are you talking about Perrie, he needs you. He missed you."
"I miss him too."
"Then go and see him."
"I can't." I was getting real sick of her excuses real fast, even though I don't consider 'I can't' an excuse. "Alright whatever Perrie." I said as I started walking back towards the exit. "Wait, Miranda stop. Please." She said trying to catch up to me.
"I can't talk to him, I can barely face him."
"and why not?"
"Because I'm pregnant."
