Ten Years [Zourry]

Brent

The next day around lunch time, since Zayn was free he decided to pick up some lunch and surprise Louis at his office.

Louis' entire face lit up when Zayn was brought into his office.

Not to mention he was carrying a large brown paper bag with grease spots on it.

That only meant the best.

"What are you doing here?" Louis smiled, coming around his desk.

"I wanted to surprise you. I finally have some free time during the day and Harry isn't here for me to spend time with. I had to see at least one of my babes." Zayn smiled just before they kissed each other.

"Well come sit." Louis said, he and Zayn going over to the lounge area in Louis' office.

"Speaking of Harry, have you heard anything from him since last night?" Louis asked, taking the containers out of the bag and trying not to break into them like an animal.

There was just something about Chinese food.

Zayn shook his head. "I told him to be safe after I got that photo. That was it."

Louis smiled a little, remembering the photo.

"Yeah that was the last time I spoke to him too. Want to call him?" Louis asked.

"Sure." Zayn said, he and Louis just staring at each other after that.

"You call and put him on speaker. I'm occupied." Louis said, popping open a fortune cookie.

Zayn rolled his eyes, digging his phone out of his pocket and calling Harry.

"I bet he won't answer. He's probably hungover." Zayn smirked, checking the time.

"Well I hope this wakes him up then." Louis smiled. "Wish we could go down there and wake him up ourselves."

"We will this weekend." Zayn said, looking at his phone as the call went to voicemail.

"Let's leave him one." Louis said quietly.

After the beep, he and Louis looked at each other.

"You're probably hungover but we're worried about you. We're expecting a call back when your head stops hurting." Louis chuckled.

"Exactly. We miss you and want to hear from you baby." Zayn added.

"Now wake up and call us back." Louis demanded before Zayn hung up.

"We're such good boyfriends." Louis sighed, kicking back with a container of sweet and sour chicken.

Zayn sat back as well, biting his lip and letting his mind fill with worries.

He felt like he was being stupid but at the same time he was genuinely worried about Harry.

It was almost one in the afternoon, where was he?

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Harry came into consciousness feeling like he'd been hit by a train.

His entire skull ached and throbbed, his mouth was so dry he could barely swallow and his eyes felt like someone had flicked them all night.

He whimpered, not even daring to move.

However when he heard footsteps, he slowly blinked his eyes open.

He was in a room that wasn't familiar to him at all, which made him begin to worry.

"Oh good, you're alive." Someone said.