Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Six

Louis POV

For the past two days Harry has been missing. It’s been all over the news, on magazines and could quite possibly be the top story right now. I know that shouldn’t have let him out of my sight. One minute he was in the limo and the next he wasn’t. I’m just hoping that wherever he is, that he’s alright and is eating properly and drinking water and stuff.

“Okay boys, you can’t just sit here, we’re missing Harry and Zayn’s gone on his honeymoon with Perrie.” Said Paul.

“We know Paul, and that’s exactly why we’re just sitting here. We aren’t allowed to go look for Harry, so what is there to do?” Niall retorted.

“Look, I’m sorry. I miss Harry too and am paranoid on what happened to him. We just have to assume that he was either kidnapped or just wanted to get away from everything.” Paul said, sorrow filling his eyes. I didn’t think that he knew the half of it, his best friend (practically brother) was missing and possibly being starved in a dark room with tape over his mouth.

The worse thing about this situation is the fact that we weren’t allowed to go outside and look for him. Security were completely stressed and had made us move to a different hotel because fans had somehow found out where we were and apparently it was too risky in case Harry’s captor was planning on attacking another member.

I get that they were trying to look out for us but I think that the only opinion that didn’t influence that decision was ours.

“We have to do something, we can’t just sit here when Harry could be anywhere.” Niall said. His eyes were bloodshot and you could tell that he was trying his best not break down, we all were.

“No! We stay here, it’s the only thing that we can do that will help anything.” Liam said, his voice sounding emotionless but we all knew that he was just as bad as the rest of us.

“Liam you can’t expect us to not look for him when he could be alone, cold and abandoned. What do you think he’ll think when he finds out we just sat and waited.” I said, then I added, “If… he finds out.”

“Louis stop, we can’t think like that. And plus, it’s not like we’ll get anywhere. This person could be anyone. Harry isn’t your average 20-year-old who is most likely kidnapped by an ex-girlfriend or an angry librarian because he didn’t return a book. No, he’s an internationally famous person who could’ve been abducted by anyone ranging from an angry hater to someone who needs a lot of money.” Liam reasoned, though I didn’t see the point, he and I both knew that it wouldn’t stop from thinking that we should be helping find him.

“No matter how much I don’t wanna say it, I agree with Liam. We need to stay here. Whoever did this to Harry could easily be targeting one of us next.” Niall said.

“You talk as if he’s dead, and as long as we sit here, he might as well be.” I said, leaning back on my seat and folding my arms, as if refusing to talk anymore about it. And honestly, I think I was.

“Whatever Louis, an attitude like that doesn’t deserve argument.” Liam said, standing up and walking out of my hotel room.

I smiled, knowing that I’d won. But then I remembered that Harry was in danger, and the smile fell off my face as fast as it had formed.

Niall sighed and adjusted his position on the chair.

I looked over at the window and saw the window. The view of Big Ben was truly beautiful but after a while of seeing it, you just get used to it and ignore the fact that it’s there.

“I think I’m gonna head back to my room.” Niall said, obviously annoyed by the amount of tension the room held and figuring tha I should be left alone. God bless him!

“Okay.” Is all I said back.

He walked over to the door and half opened it before turning around to look at me.

“I know that your worried and stressed and so very angry at whoever did this, but know that we are feeling exactly the same. Liam’s right, but in a sense, so are you. We should be out there helping looking for him. But we should also think about the safety of ourselves, we can’t just walk down the street looking for him. There are complications to being us, this is one of them.” Niall said. He then turned back round and exited the room. He closed the door slowly and softly so that all that was heard was a small ‘click’.

I turned back to the window and saw the clouds slowly darkening, but not yet spraying fresh water across London. They resembled my tears, threatening to spill, but not yet falling.

Wherever Harry is, I’m just hoping that he’s okay.

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A/N: :I know, it's crap but it's so much better than nothing ay?

Liv x