She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: DRIVE BY

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: DRIVE BY

~4 WEEKS LATER~

*LIAM'S POV*

"I'M LOSING IT!!!" Louis screamed.

"WHERE THE HELL IS CHER?!" Harry also screamed.

Niall was rocking back and forth on the floor like a looney in one corner of the living room.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Zayn finally cracked like the rest of the guys.

I was trying my very best to maintain my sanity but with a surrounding like this, it probably won't take long for me to break down as well.

"WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, LIAM!" Louis turned to me for advice.

"We already tried everything, remember? And they still wouldn't tell us ANYTHING!" I tried my best not to cry.

We even tried to quit the band altogether just for Simon to cave in but he said we couldn't because of our stupid damn contracts!

The past few weeks have been torture for us. A total living hell.

We still can't believe that Cher just left us like that... without even saying goodbye.

"I don't know about you guys but I'll figure something out. Who's with me?" Harry wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"I AM!" Zayn raised his hand.

I turned to look at Louis if he was on board as well because I couldn't quite decide and if all the lads were then I might as well join them.

"Well, someone has got to take Niall to the mental hospital..." Louis sighed out loud.

"Uh... I think I'm going to figure out something on my own too." I decided to work alone.

"Listen guys, why don't we look at it at a bright side? I mean, it's only been a month since Cher's gone missing and I'm sure that she's alright. It's not like her corpse turned up on the news or something..." I added.

"ONLY BEEN A MONTH?! Listen to yourself, Liam! I started going crazy the very next day that my 'Cher-detector' stopped fuctioning right after the 'Candy Store' incident." Harry overreacted.

He's right though. I was just keeping what I really feel deep down to myself...

There's not a day that goes by without me thinking about Cher and I bet these guys feel the same way too.

All four of them left the apartment in an instant, leaving me all alone... lost in my thoughts.

Now what am I going to do?

Oh, right. I already hired an expensive tracker to track Cher down.

All I have to do is wait...

The guy better hurry up and find Cher before I go crazy just thinking about her!

*HARRY'S POV*

"What are we doing outside of Eminem's house again?" Zayn asked for the third time.

"We're doing a stake-out. Just like what cops do. He's our closest chance to finding Cher since he is her manager after all." And of course the famous rapper would know where she is. It's a given.

"So we're just going to bore ourselves inside your car for the whole day?"

"Exactly. Wait, that sounds pretty lame." I have a different thought in mind, that we're on a mission to save ourselves from 'insanity' which sounds pretty cool.

"Well, at least we have a shot at knowing where Cher is by following her manager wherever he goes... IF he ever gets out of the house."

"Now you get it!" I exclaimed.

"Look! He's leaving..." We both crouched down as we took a peek at Eminem getting inside his car.

"And now we trail him..." I said like any professional stalker would.

~SOME TIME LATER~

"How long have we been driving, exactly?" Zayn asked.

"I don't know... a day and a half? I stopped counting. I don't think he'll EVER stop driving though." My eyelids were now VERY heavy.

"He drove all the way to West LA, then to New York and now we're finally here in..."

"Santa Fe. Whoa, he's FINALLY stopping in front of that house!" Thank God!

A girl that looked EXACTLY like Cher opened the front door of the house to receive Eminem... with a hug?

I didn't know that they were this intimate.

"Wait, that's not right. Why do I get this 'sexual tension' just by looking at them?" Zayn tilted his head to the side.

"..." I shivered at the thought of Cher and her manager having a secret affair.

I got distracted for a bit when one of my favorite songs was randomly played on the radio.

'On the other side of a street I knew,

Stood a girl that looked like you,

I guess that's déjà vu but I thought this can't be true

'Cause you moved to west LA or New York or Santa Fe

Or wherever to get away from me...'

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we kidnap Cher when Eminem leaves?" Zayn suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." I grinned.

'On the upside of a downward spiral,

My love for you went viral,

And I loved you every mile you drove away...'

A couple of hours later, her manager finally drove away and so we rushed to her front door.

"Hey, Cher! Did you know that you made me go crazy just by missing you? But now here you are again so let's skip the "how you been" and get down to the "more than friends" at last." I greeted her when she opened the door.

*SLAP* DID SHE JUST SLAP ME IN THE FACE?!

"Harry, wake up! Eminem's car is gone... we totally fell asleep while waiting for him to get out of his house." I figured that Zayn did the slapping.

"Then we're off to Santa Fe!" I declared.

"What? How'd you know that he's going there?" Zayn eyed me skeptically.

"Actually, I don't but I'm following my dream so buckle up."

"Oh. Okay." He fastened his seatbelt.

We really are desperate guys...

"Dude, why are you smiling to yourself?" Zayn looked at me in a funny way.

"Because it was all just a dream." At least Eminem and Cher aren't having a secret affair! That would have been a total nightmare...

*LOUIS' POV*

"I thought you were going to take me to a mental hospital?" Niall asked.

"Change of plans. We're going on a vacation instead... just to clear our heads for a bit or to continue moping in a different environment. My heart hurts! Why? Did you want me to drop you off the looney bin instead?" I asked back.

"Uh, no. So what are we doing standing in a dock while staring at a small rowing boat?" The blondie just never stops asking.

"Obviously we're going to steal the boat, my friend." I explained to him.

"But why? I'd prefer to ride a cruise ship or a yacht, don't you?" Niall looked confused.

"Well, what can I say? I'm cheap. Now get in the boat before I push you in it!" I ordered and the lad complied.

I thought that it was best to go out on a secret vacation that no one can know about, specifically Simon and the media.

"I don't think this thing has an engine." Niall said.

"Yeah, I figured that awhile ago when we were staring at the boat. At least we won't run out of gas..."

"Now start rowing." I added.