Missing

chapter two

I round another corner approaching the area where I know I can find Harry or at least someone in his crew. Thinking about it now I could've just waited until Monday during school to try to find out about James going missing but it's too late I'm already here.

The place I am at is a little eerie and a little creepy especially since it is going to get dark in a couple of hours. It's sort of like an alley I guess but not the kinds you see in the movies where old men hide so they can jump out at you and rape and or kill you.

But that doesn't mean this isn't where drugs are sold. This is the exact place drugs are sold. By who you ask? None other than Harry and his friends. Now they aren't selling extreme stuff just some pot for the kids at school. They won't do it at any of their houses because of the risk of their parents finding out. So they all come here to sell it. Usually they take turns who goes there during the week so right now probably only one or two of them are there.

I park across the street shutting my car off, getting out and locking it, twice. I walk across the street and stand in front of the alley. I take a deep breath before I step into the alley and begin to walk at a normal pace.

I finally see someone and make out their curly hair and tall, lean body. Harry. I smirk, just who I was looking for. It makes the most sense for me to talk to Harry because he is the five boys leader. It sounds kind of pretentious I know, but what I mean by that is they all kind of listen to him so he probably knows the most.

I see that Harry is talking to another guy. He looks sort of scruffy but still young. Not young enough to still be in highschool but maybe in his twenties.

I notice Harry is wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and I could see some of his tattoos peeking out. He has black skinny jeans on and black boots. Harry hands the guy a bag of something, probably pot.

     "Hey thanks again man I'm so glad I found this place." The scruffy guy says to Harry accepting the bag of drugs.

    "No problem come back anytime." Harry's deep English accent responds while he waves bye.

The scruffy guy walks by me but doesn't really seem to notice me. I roll my eyes, he's probably hopped up on drugs as we speak.

     "Can I help you?" Harry's voice questions. I whip my head back to him and I'm met with bright green eyes staring back at me.

     "Oh um right can I get some," I cough a little and lower my voice and look over each of my shoulders not really comfortable with asking for drugs. "weed?" it comes out as more of a whisper.

Harry's mouth quirks up at the sides at my paranoia.

     "Don't worry no one your friends with will even see you here." He says in almost a mocking tone.

     "What's that supposed to mean?" I say getting slightly offended. Something about the way he says "your friends" rubs me the wrong way. What does he mean no one I'm friends with?

     "It just means you or your little group of friends is never over here on this side of town trying to get drugs from me or any of my friends." He shrugs, making me feel a little better. It's not that I'm that popular or anything at my school (btw I hate that word) but some of my friends are and can be a little uptight and judgemental. So me being here would surprise Harry I guess. 

     "Oh. Well I came to get some weed please." I say being as direct as possible. Harry chuckles before saying 'no shit' he turns around probably to get me my pot that I have no intention on smoking but really just used it as an excuse to come here and ask questions.

      "So did you hear about that James kid in 10th grade? I heard he was reported missing Saturday." I say it a little loud just so I know he heard me. He stops what he's doing and see his back stiffen.

     "Mhm." Oh so that's how he's going to play it.

     "Yeah I heard he was reported missing two days after it actually happened." I say like I'm just trying to make normal conversations and not asking him about what happened. He doesn't answer me and continues to get the stuff.

      "How much do you want?" Harry asks a slight edge to his voice. I can tell he's uncomfortable with me trying to talk about it. I start to answer when I realize I have no idea how much I can get with $20 and I'm not even sure how to say it.

     "Oh um," I chew on my bottom lip. "just surprise me." I try to say nonchalantly but fail miserably. Harry looks back at me over his shoulder and laughs his eyes lighting up in the process and I realize I really like his laugh. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I push thoughts about Harry's laugh and mesmerizing green eyes to the back of my mind. He turns back around and I take another shot at asking him a question.

     "I forget who went to the police, I think his name starts with an N was it Noah or no wait-" I'm cut off by Harry.

     "Niall, his name is Niall Horan." Harry corrects me even though I knew exactly who it was.

     "That's right Niiiiiiall." I say stretching out the I in his name.

     "What's it to you?" he questions not in a mean way but more in a curious way after a good minute of silence.

     "Nothing, nothing I just heard about it on the news and thought it was kind of weird that he finally said something about it after two days of the kid being missing, that's all." Harry turns back around with the drugs inside a brown paper bag. He narrows his eyes at me.

     "Weird? Are you implying something about my friend?" He's getting angry I can tell as his green eyes turn a darker shade. This is the Harry that makes me feel uneasy. Not that I know any other sides of Harry. I start to shrink back.

     "No no I don't know the story but I mean he's the only one who knew about him missing." I try to look him in the eyes but Harry averts my gaze staring at the ground correcting me with his silence. He finally looks at me his green eyes still holding a severe intensity.

     "Wait was he not alone? Were you and your friends with him?" I press.

     "Yeah so? Again what's it to you?" He says getting in my face. I shrink back even farther, practically burning under his intense gaze.

     "I was just wondering it's pretty sad the whole thing." I do a fantastic job coming off as nonchalant as I shake my head and sounding kind of disappointed. Harry's eyes soften a bit and puts his hand on my shoulder making me get butterflies all in my stomach. His hand sent a shock through me. I ignore it and look at him.

     "Well I'm sure he will turn up I think he left the cabin just to scare us, probably just some prank he will be back in a couple of days.' He does his best reassuring me and I nod my head while on the inside I'm jumping up and down about this new information.

Harry hands me the drugs and I accept handing him the $20 bill in return.

     "Well anyway thanks for the drugs." I joke not wanting to ask him anything else. The last thing I need is him getting suspicious.

     "You're welcome come back when you run out that is some good shit." He says pointing to the bag. I laugh and start to walk away. I look over to see Harry's eyes on me still holding a look I couldn't quite catch before turning back around and walking out of the alley. I hear him right before I exit.

     "See you Monday Payton." I can hear the smile in his voice. Wow I'm surprised he actually knows my name.

I smile a little before hurrying out of there. I get to my car and unlock it. I climb into the drivers side and sit and think. Harry said they were at a cabin. But who? Him, James and Niall? Were there others? What cabin and where is it? I decide I'll ask someone at school Monday about who has a cabin up by Lake Erie. I turn on my car and check the time. It's 7:07 still having about three hours before curfew but decide to just go home and finish my project. Now what am I going to do with these drugs?

ok so just letting everyone know I'm not promoting drugs or weed or anything its just a story and sorry if this isn't accurate I don't smoke it so I wouldn't know :)