Those Curls

Chapter 8

Louis' P.O.V

I've tried calling Brooklyn, but she didn't answer. I guess she was still asleep, but it had been three hours. The stuff only knocks me out for one at the most. I'll try one more time, but I hope her and Liam didn't do anything.

"Did you get her yet?" Harry asked from the living room floor. He was paying with Sophie because she wouldn't stop crying unless someone was giving her attention. We had taken her to the park, but the paps recognized us so we had to leave, and Sophie got scared again. We had been in Harry's flat for an hour at the least, and I had been trying to call Brooklyn for about thirty minutes.

"No. She won't answer. I guess the pills knocked her out. I only gave her two." I said putting my phone down and getting on the floor with Harry and Sophie.

"Were's Mummy?" Sophie asked looking at me with her wide blue eyes. I had to admit, Brooklyn's eyes dug into me, but Sophie's just plain out melted me.

"She's with uncle Liam. You want to go get some ice cream?" Her face lit up at the mention of ice cream. She loved the stuff.

"I can go find Brook. You go take Soph out."

"Okay. Come on Sophie. Let's go get ice cream." I stood up and got Sophie off the floor, then grabbed my car keys.

"You said she was at Liam's?" Harry asked standing up and grabbing his keys as well.

"That's what she said, but you best call Liam first." I opened the door and walked out to my car, put Sophie in her seat .and walked over to Harry.

"He won't answer either." Oh no. This isn't good.

They did something.

"Okay." I walked back to my car and drove off to the ice cream parlor.

Liam's P.O.V

I watched Brook sleep for a while before I slipped out form under her and got dressed. I went into the living room and grabbed my phone on the counter. I had one missed call from Harry. I unlocked my phone and called him back.

"Hello?" Harry answered his phone. He sounded like he was in a car. I guess he was going somewhere with Sophie and Louis.

"Hey Harry. Did you call me?" It was a little strange talking it Harry considering Brook and me, but he was one of my best mates.

"Yeah, why didn't you pick up?" What was I supposed to say?

"Uh.. I was doing laundry."

What? I was doing laundry? Really? I guess it was a believable excuse for the situation.

"Okay then... Well, is Brook with you?"

"Yeah. She's asleep in my room. Why?"

"I'm coming over. Sophie wants Brook and she should sleep at her own flat now. I'll just watch Sophie there." Shit. I ran into my room and looked at Brooklyn. She looked so small in my queen bed.

"Okay. I'll see you in a minute." I hung up and walked over to Brook. "Brookie? You need to get up. Harry's coming over." She groaned and turned over to face me.

"Why is Harry coming here?" She brushed her hair out of her face and sat up, making sure to keep the duvet over her.

"Babe, it's been like three hours. He wants to let you sleep and he'll watch Sophie at your house. Come on and get dressed."

"Stupid Harry." She mumbled under her breath. She stood up and grabbed what I guessed were Harry's clothes off the floor then went in the bathroom to change. She came out and walked into the living room, me following right behind her. She sat down on the couch and I plopped down next to her. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Toy Story 3 was on.