Show Me 2 - Remember Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Two - I'm In Here

I'm crying out, I'm breaking down,

I am fearing it all,

Stuck inside these walls,

Tell me there is hope for me.

Is anybody out there listening?

- "I'm In Here", Sia

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My phone stayed silent since the blow up at Niall's soccer game. I called him once, and it went to voice mail after two rings.

So I just waited.

The next morning, he didn't come to get me for school at the usual time, and I grew tired of waiting. I walked downstairs, hopped in my car, and bit back the tears that threatened to consume me with bewildered heartbreak and disappointment.

I drove around the school's parking lot that first day, searching for Harry's car or even his motorcycle. No sign of him.

I blinked, swallowing the boulder sized lump in my throat. Was this his way of breaking up with me?

First period began and still no Harry. Then ten minutes passed. Then twenty minutes. He wasn't here today.

Louis didn't show up to our shared third period, American History, either. So immediately after the lunch bell rang, I went to the auditorium, where Louis always is working on things for theatre. All of his underclassmen thespians were in there, either practicing lines with one another, rehearsing sword fights, or painting what looked like a massive tree. They all turned to look at me when the enormous doors swung open.

"Excuse me," I said. "Is Louis Tomlinson anywhere?"

All of them straightened up at the sound of Louis' name. The authority he had over them was incredible.

"No, Louis isn't here," a tiny blond girl who had fake blood all over her costume said. "We're taking care of things without him."

"Okay," I whispered, feeling like I was going to pass out at any second. "Thanks." I took off running to the doors, because I didn't want to curl up hyperventilating in the middle of the theatre.

Why was I freaking out so badly? This isn't the first time Harry and Louis would skip, but this is the first time Louis would leave his theatre troupe alone and the first time Harry wouldn't call me to let me know where the hell he is.

I raised my phone to my ear, after dialing Harry's number again. It went to voice mail after three rings.

"Harry," I snapped as the machine beeped. "Where are you? It wouldn't kill you to let me know something. Call me back. Bye."

As soon as I hung up, the creeping feeling came over me that I should've not been so snappy with him. But, at the same time, did he think it was okay to just ignore me like this? He couldn't have meant that stuff he said at the game, right?

My phone was still silent all night and into the next morning. I didn't see any sign of Harry's car at my house, or motorcycle at the school. The last bit of hope disintegrated when the late bell rang for first period and Harry didn't show up.

By the end of the day, I was in full on freak out mode on the way to my car.

I don't know what was going on.

In the wake of Zayn's death, Harry has been with me through my attempt of coping with it. Now that Harry and Louis both vanished, the crushing pain and agony practically flattened me to my steering wheel.

I sped out of the parking lot, trying desperately to breathe properly.

What if something horrible happened to the both of them? What if Harry got drunk and decided to take a joy ride on his motorcycle with an equally wasted Louis Tomlinson? What if they're both lying in a ditch on the side of a highway somewhere, people driving by their battered bodies?