Hostages

five

- Harry -

It was after the interview. We were all sitting outside in the bus, waiting for a miracle to happen. Paul had left us all alone to think of where Louis would possibly be, but we had already checked everywhere.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Not in a movie. Not in a book. It was really happening. We lost Louis; he's gone. It was stressing us out. We have a tour to finish and we had already made it clear to the public and the fans that we are not doing anything else, including shows, until we have our Louis back. We're not One Direction without him.

"So wait," I piped up again, about to ask the same question I've asked multiple times, and all the boys groaned. "Where was Louis last?"

"Harry, we told you." Liam spoke before anyone could get irritated and annoyed with me. We were all tired but mostly devastated. Could you blame us? "Paul said Louis walked into the bank at eight o'clock this morning and never came out."

I nodded, trying to figure out where my Louis went. Although we had been more independent from each other for a while, we still love each other like family. Heck, we are family. We couldn't stand to be without one another for hours. This idiotic kidnapping, has led us to desperation. And the sickish thing about this all, is that Louis could very well be dead.

"Well, then why are we still trapped in a stinky, old bus that smells of B.O. and Niall's farts?" I tried to brighten the depressing mood. Niall looked at me, offended, but didn't say a word. He hasn't spoken to me since he nearly knocked me out at the interview. "C'mon lads! Louis wouldn't want us cooped up in here if one of us were missing. He'd want us up and out, looking and asking everyone for help."

Zayn let out a heavy sigh, standing up. "Harry's right guys. Louis would want us up, out looking for one of us." He agreed, walking over to me as I slung my arm around him.

"Atta boy Zayn." I encouraged, patting his cheek, cheering everyone up. Or at least trying too.

Liam rose to his feet with a smile, stumbling over and high fiving me. "I'm in."

We were all in this, but one. The one, who was probably the second most devastated -- next to me. Niall was just as close with the boys. He had a special bond with each of us.

"But what if the press see us? What if we get hoarded by fans because that's bound to happen." Niall made a good point, but I had better ideas.

"That's the point, Niall." I said, letting go of my brothers from other mothers, and sitting in front of him on the coffee table. "The more people involved, the more help we can get, the more closer we come to finding Louis. We need all the help we can get. We're all in this together. As a family."

Niall paused, his eyes switching back and forth between mine. I softened them, showing he could trust my word on this. "Alright." He spoke, standing to his feet, towering over me. "I'm in."

"Great!" I cheered, standing up and embracing him into a hug. He groaned, trying to push me off but I just squeezed tighter. He's a grump.

The moment I caught sight of the fans, stepping off the bus, they screamed waving and flashing their pretty posters. These girls were nuts. I love them so much. They're energy is empowering.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Paul stopped us as we walked up. He held a hand out front that pushed me on my chest, stopping and wasting more time that could be spent saving Louis. "And where do you think you guys are going?"

"To look for our friend?" It came out more of a question than an answer. I was a little surprised with him too. What was he? Stupid?

"Oh no you're not." Paul laughed, pushing us back from the barricaded crowd of girls and towards the bus. I stopped, drilling my feet into the ground to stop Paul from pushing us.

"Why not?"

"Because, I lost one band member already," he spoke, rubbing his hands over his face, annoyed. "I'm not ready to lose you guys either."

"Paul, c'mon man," Zayn stepped up to him. He placed a firm hand on his shoulder, in which Paul shoved off as gentle as he could make it. We were all frustrated with this, so we understand. "Louis' our mate. He's out there and we're going to look and find him no matter what, so you can either let us go and find him with the rest of the crew and whoever wants to help, or you can treat us like prisoner children and lock us up in a smelly bus."

Paul paused and didn't say anything, but looked at Zayn with a shocked expression. This was scary. You know that something's up and we need to do something about it when Zayn gets all up in your face. Zayn is the one who doesn't say a lot but this...this, was unexpected.

"Let's find Louis! Let's find Louis! Let's find Louis! Let's find Louis!" The crowd of fans roared. We all turned, attentively, and looked to see all of them chanting.

I was right. We are a family. We will fight and we will find our Louis one way or another. We are all in this together. It brought a mesmerized smile to my face, watching all the girls jump up and down, pumping their fists, and rooting.

Paul looked out at the crowd of fans then back at us. He thought one last time, then made up his mind before he could change it. "Let's go get our Louis back."