Lost (One Direction) [On Hold]

LOUIS

Three days.

It'd been three days since Louis woke in the middle of no where with a stranger by his side. He didn't know what to do. All day long he'd sit around with a million thoughts racing through his head. And the centre of them all, the boys. All he could do was sit with Ethan, talk a bit. After a day even Ethan had to sleep. It had apparently been four whole days since he'd slept a minute.

Louis rested and rested, the injuries had healed up a bit. At least his legs were working again, he started to walk little distances though his head and his chest still hurt, bad. Ethan told Louis to rest, you're ribs won't heal if you're gonna keep pacing he'd say. But Louis couldn't help himself, he couldn't be still.

Day One and Two were pretty routine. Louis layed still all day long, everything hurt. He was wounded not just physically but emotionally. Ethan tried to cheer him up but it didn't really work. Finally Ethan slept and Louis was absolutely all alone. And finally after days of holding it together, he broke down. He cried for so long he lost the track of time, in the middle of it all he felt asleep.

Day Three Louis woke up with Ethan sitting on his side like usual. He felt better, his eyes hurt but a little break down was all he needed to get clarity. Also, the dream he had cleared his mind even more.

"Harry! Harry!" Louis called out.

"What?!" Harry yelled back.

"I need tea. Make me some, pretty please?"

"Okay fine! It's really not fair of you to pull out that puppy dog face everytime you need anything." Harry said and Louis pouted which made Harry laugh. Louis really missed these moments, him and Harry had really drifted apart recently, for no apparent reason. He had to find Harry and make things right.

Scene changed. And suddenly Louis stood with the boys, on the X factor stage. And Zayn's words ringing in his mind. "We're definitely going to stay together. This isn't the last of One Direction."

With that the scene changed again. It was suddenly the night before their last concert in San Francisco. Everything was the way it was usually. The boys sitting together, joking around. And Louis missed them so much, so much it physically hurt.

But he couldn't sit on his ass all day long and do absolutely nothing, while he knew the boys were out there struggling. He had to find the boys and get them to safety even if it meant him dying. Finally after days of feeling lost and broken he found a direction. That day he sat down and planned, while Ethan went out to get food, if you'd call wild fruits and berries food. And for the first time after a long time he laid down with a little hope.

Day Four

"Hey! Ethan you're up." Louis said he'd woken up early that day, he barely slept at night. He'd been a little hyperactive recently, today he was a whole new level.

"Tomlinson, you're up early!" Ethan said, still half asleep. "How long was out?"

"About eight, nine hours I think." Louis said. "Can't be sure, nothing here really works."

"Why are you moving around? How many times do I have to tell you-"

"- your ribs aren't gonna heal if you keep pacing around." Louis said imitating Ethan. "I know, now get of my back."

"Funny." Ethan said with a cold face and Louis said "I can't get myself to rest man, I just can't"

"Okay let's to something."

"Like what?"

"Have you ever handled a gun?"

"Me! No, not at all." Louis' heart jumped a bit, the very thought of holding a gun was exciting. All he'd done recently was sit around and do absolutely nothing. Sure, it was scary but doing anything, would work at this point. And how could he say no the chance of learning to shoot.