It's Gotta be Him

Men. What are you gonna do?

The front door slammed violently, rattling the tempered glass around it. Cat looked up from her spot on the floor, curled between Zayn's legs as he sat on the couch, ready to tell Gabbie off for slamming the door again. Except, it was Harry, looking pissed. He ran his hand through his hair and paced the hall for a good three seconds, muttering angrily, before whipping around and smashing his fist into the wall.

Cat jumped at the sound. "Holy shit, Harry, don't do that. Your shouder!"

Harry looked up at her, his eyes narrowed as he shook his hand out. "Yeah, I got that. Thanks." He muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Zayn frowned at him. "No need to be mean, Harry. She was just warning you that you could stuff your shoulder up again." Zayn brushed his fingers against Cat's exposed shoulder, while studying his friend carefully. "Whats up man?"

Cat looked up at Harry again, something clicking inside her head. "Where's Gabbie?"

Harry flinched, almost like Cat had tried to pelt something at his head from where she was sitting. He spun fully on his heel so he was facing them. "How the fuck should I know?" He spat quickly before thinking. Shaking his head, he hoped they hadn't noticed the venom in his voice.

Cat exchanged glances with a slightly pissed off Zayn. Getting to her feet she frowned at him, walking forward until she was less than a meter from the fuming Harry. "Well, she is supposed to be with you, for a start!" Cat snapped, putting her hand on her hips. "Where the hell is she then?"

"I- we... had an argument." Harry blurted as Cat stomped her way angrily to the window. "At the hospital."

She yanked back the curtains and peered out, gasping accusingly. "If you're here..." She frowned at Harry. "And the car is here, then where the fuck is my friend?!"

All you could here was the sound of metal forks on porcealin bowls. Harry was sitting with his head down, puching the mashed potato around his plate looking glum and down-beaten like a child. No wonder. Cat had ripped into him the minute he had revealed why Gabbie wasn't with him. She's sworn and screamed at him, eventually having to be dragged away from Harry by Zayn before she killed him.

Cat had called and called Gabbie, only then realising that she had left her phone on her bed, the smart child she was. The next logical thing was to call the Hosptial. Bobbi had answered the phone, luckily, because she was working the desk area. She had reported that the girl in question, had walked off about an hour ago. Which ment she had to be somewhere close by if she'd managed to find a cab or a bus to get her home.

"If she winds up dead in a ditch somewhere..." Cat spat angrily, sitting down at the table after she had gotten a very polite, slightly scared Niall seconds. "I'll kill you, Harry. I don't care how many fans I'll have after me, I swear."

Harry gulped, taking Cat extremely seriously. He had seen today, first hand, how much of a scary firecracker this girl really was. How Zayn wasn't scared of her, he didn't know.

Cat had begged the boys to go out looking for Gabbie, or at least report her missing or tell the police. Louis had informed Cat that it had to over 24 hours before they could report her missing, and Liam, being rational, said that there was a 95% chance that Gabbie was already on her way home, so going out looking for her would just be pointless running around. 

"She won't end up in a ditch, Cat." Louis said calmly. "She-,"

"Your right!" Cat exclaimed, slightly on edge, which hadn't gone unotced by anyone else. Her eye twitched slightly in annoyance. "She'll end up in a body bag, or a shallow grave somewhere!"

Zayn reached out under the table and squeeze her thigh. "Cat, she'll be fine. I promise, okay." He nodded at her, his dark eyes grazing over her face. "It's okay. If she doesn't turn up by the morning, we'll call the police, but she should be fine."