Harry's POV
"Did you ever figure out the guys name?" I asked Zayn.
"No," He replied shortly.
"Did they ever catch him?"
"No, he is still out there, and possibly looking for me. Or maybe he kidnapped someone else." He answers.
"Have you been in town since?" It is a stupid question because I already know the answer, I am just trying to keep a conversation.
"No," He repeats himself.
"Would you be willing to?" I ask hopefully.
"I don't know. What is there to do?" He asks.
"Well, we could go to the lake, the movies, or we could just walk around. We could try to find your parents if you are interested in that."
"I don't want to find them," He states.
"Why not?"
"They gave up the search to find me. They believed that I was never coming back. They just gave up on finding me." He looks ready to cry.
"Oh," I whisper.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, until he speaks up.
"Ok," He says bodly.
"What?"
"Let's go into town." He says.
"Really?" I can't believe he is willing to go into town.
"Yeah, sure. I haven't been there in a while."
When we are all ready to leave Zayn stops outside of his house. I stay right with him.
"Why are we stopping?"
"I don't know where we are going, I was going to follow you." He says.
"Oh yeah," I laugh. I take his hand in mine, and start walking. We don't talk, just continue in the same direction.
We eventually treach the lining of trees that seperate civilization and the woods.
"You're sure you want to do this?" I ask Zayn.
"Yeah," He hesitates, "I think we hit the point of no return five minutes ago."
"Ok," We continue to walk. Not once does he let go of my hand, and I don't plan on letting his go either.
"Why are people staring at us," He whispers Nervously.
"Because we just walked out of the woods and proceeded to act as if we are the most normal people here." I tell him jokingly.
"But in all seriousness, this is a small place. They haven't seen you before, they are probably curious as to where you came from." I axplain.
We continue walking, not really having a set destination.
"Harry! Where have you been? Nobody has seen youy in like a week!" I hear someone call out. I look around for who said it, and my eyes land on my friend Josh.
"Hi," I say not really answering his questions.
"Who is your friend?" He asks.
"I- uh- He's" I stutter.
"I'm his boyfriend." Zayn spoke up. I just sit there in silence, I didn't know that that was the approach we were taking.
"Oh, that's interesting," Josh trails off, "What's his name?"
"I'm Zayn,"
I guess we are being honest.
"Like the kid that was kidnapped like ten years ago?" Zayn tenses up,
