~Ashton’s Point of View~
I kept screaming out Kaitlynn’s name frantically while looking for her in the entire apartment. Also, I found my phone, so I decided to call her, but she didn’t pick up the three times I called her.
“Shit!” I shouted out and threw my phone on the couch in frustration and buried my face in my hands.Where could she have she gone to? She didn’t leave a note anywhere or anything, did she? God damn it, Kathy! I decided to check her room again for the billionth time, hoping that I missed something about it all. I spotted a long black box next to her painting stand with a note attached to it with sellotape.
“Hey Ash, this is your last Christmas gift from me. It came out kind of sucky, but I hope you don’t mind. You seemed excited for some reason when I was painting yesterday, so I decided to paint something for you, too. I hope you don’t hate it too much.
KAH”
I folded the note back and put it back into my pocket. Carefully I opened the black box to find two blue drum sticks with various paintings on them. Spread your wings. I read in my head countless times as I caressed my fingers over the gentle and measured work of her touch.
“You’re incredible, Kaitlynn.” I mumbled and was shot straight back to reality with the realisation that she is not yet back. I tried one more time calling her.
“Hey, you’ve reached Kaitlynn’s number, so… leave a message, I guess.”
“Kathy, please, please call me back! Where are you? I have a really bad feeling about this, so please call me back when you get this!” I pleaded to her recorded voice.
“Hello?” Liam answered with a voice heavy from sleep.
“Liam, I –“
“Ashton, do you have an idea what time is it?” he asked huskily.
“I know, but Kaitlynn’s missing.” I explained as calmly as I can while sitting on the couch, gripping my hair with a tightly clenched fist.
“What do you mean ‘she’s missing’?” he asked in panic, now much more awake.
“As in she’s not here. I couldn’t get her on the phone at first, but now it’s completely off.” Hearing myself say the words I was thinking was 10 times worse.
“I’ll be right there.” He said and the dial tone came not a second later. I swung the door open when I merely heard the footsteps in the corridor, but I was anxious, nervous, scared, stressed, and worried. “Calm down, panicking won’t help anything, especially not her.” He said as calmly as he could, but I saw through his mask. He was just as worried as I was.
“Where could she go?” I asked in devastation and plumped on the couch with my hands shielding my face.
“Try ringing her again.” Liam said with a long yawn. How could he be tired? How could he even think about sleep?
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Look Away, Ignore the Pain
FanfictionHer name is Kaitlynn, sister to Greg and Niall Horan. Younger than Niall by 2 years, younger than Greg by 8. She doesn't remember how she got to where she is, but she does know that there would only be one smile to get her through the day. "I love...
