Broken // h.s.

Chapter 26- Again

Chapter 26- Again

Harry's POV:

My cell phone rings and this is the third time Lana's Home number has called. I guess I should answer it; maybe it's Lana calling to apologize. I feel the need to apologize too for some odd reason.

Why do I fuck up everything good?

I stare at the caller ID on my phone for a while until I finally bring up the courage to answer.

"Hello?"

"Harry?" It's Danielle; her sobs breaking in every time she tries to speak. "Are you with Lana?"

I get onto my feet. "No. Why? What's wrong?"

"She-she's been gone for almost ten hours. The last time I saw her, she said she was going to the cafe to do some writing, but she hasn't came back since."

"You called the cops?"

"Yes, they're looking for her, but- oh God, I have a bad feeling."

"I'm going to go driving around myself. Just relax, Mrs.Grey. I'm sure she's fine." I say to her, but more to myself.

Relax. She's okay. She's just running away from her problems like she always does. I bet I know where she is.

I park my mom's car a couple feet away from the Bridge and dial Lana's number just as I'm approaching it. In the distance, I see Lana's friends; Vee, Zayn, Badass and fucking Isan, but no Lana.

Then I hear a familiar ringing that sounds like Lana's cell. I have heard that damn thing too many times to question my hearing now.

"Lana?!" I yell, but no one answers. I step onto the grass and go on the tip of my toes to see if I see her over the tall weeds, but I don't. "Damn it."

Just when I'm about to give up and turn away, I hear a crack. I look down to the floor and see Lana's cell just laying there.

The screen reads 32 missed calls and 4 unread text messages. Lying next to her phone is her locket and then I know this was a struggle.

Lana wouldn't leave behind her phone; she cares too much about us to leave us worrying and she would never take that locket off her neck because it was the closest thing she had of her friend back home.

That's when I know Lana didn't leave as a new found way of running from her problems or from me. She had to be taken. Again.

*******

I'm now in Lana's room breathing in the scent she left behind. I told Danielle what I found and now the FBI is getting involved.

Patrick came home this morning to find out his daughter is missing. I haven't cried because I don't think I can.

A part of me is missing and that part is Lana; the better part of me.

I can't think straight. My mind keeps going through so many different scenarios that could've happened to Lana.

I keep thinking that this is my fault; that I shouldn't have rushed saying I love you to Lana, but I've never loved anyone as much as her and I couldn't hold in the words any longer.

But then I realize Lana is so hard headed; so stubborn; passionate even. She does what she wants when she wants and if you try to stop her, hell, she'll want to do it even more.

Maybe that's why it was so easy to fall in love with her.

Shit, I sound so sappy, but I don't give a shit right now.

I trail my hands along her laptop. For hours, I have been scared to even lay a finger on anything in this room; afraid I'll mess up how she left things and if she doesn't return this time...