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Don't Leave

You felt your heart become a million pound weight, you felt dizzy. Wobbling around you fell to the ground with phone knocking out of your hands. You felt numb, you couldn't speak, you couldn't move.

You heard your parents running down the hallway; your mum was shaking you.

Mum: Sonia..... Baby?! What's wrong?

Your eyes glazed over.

Mum: She's not speaking (dad's name)

You saw your dad pick up your phone: Hello? Who's this? What's going on?

Your dad was pacing back and forth, and then you saw him freeze.

Dad: She'll be on the next plane back..... Yeah mhm.... I'll call her.

He must have been talking about Eleanor. Your mum was still shaking you trying to get you to blink or breathe.

Your dad waved her out of the way: Call Eleanor, and the airport. We need to get her to LA now!

Mum: But why?! What's going on?

Dad: Louis and Harry are bloody drunk on a ledge outside their hotel room.

You felt your heart racing, you started to breathe harder and harder, your chest was hurting.

Your mum: She's having an anxiety attack! We need to take her to the hospital.

Your dad ran you down the stairs and laid you on the couch: C'mon babe, breathe.... slow. He rubbed your stomach, slowly.

You managed to slow down your breathing; you saw your mum print out your ticket and grab the keys. Your dad picked you back up and put you in the backseat.

Mum: Eleanor and her mum are meeting us at the airport!

Dad: Okay! Step on it!

Your mum sped all the way to the airport. You all didn't have time to pack so you had no luggage. The airport receptionist gave you all funny looks. You ignored them.

The plane took off in ten minutes. Your dad set you down in front of security, he held your face.

Dad: You okay?

You nodded: I'm scared dad... What if I land and he's gone...?

Your dad shushed you: Don't think like that! Now run!

You went through security as fast as you could. You ran to the end of the airport where your plane was doing final calls for boarding. You sprinted towards the lady,

Lady: Now don't run!

You turned to her: Shut up.

You got in the plane looking back and forth for Eleanor. You saw her, your seat was next to hers.

You hugged her sobbing and breathing hard again.

She cried too, your hair was soaked with her tears by the end of the hug.

You had a window seat once again, you checked your phone it was 3AM. What in the world were Harry and Louis doing drunk out of their minds at 11AM LA time.

You kept sobbing and sobbing. You looked at your phone one last time, you texted Harry quickly.

You: I love you...

You waited until the no cell phones sign turned on to turn off your phone... but Harry hadn't texted you back.

You felt like someone punched a hole through your chest. You kept sobbing, you heard El hysterically crying into her arms. She laid on the tray with her arms folded and her head in between them.

You looked out the window, your eyes grew heavy. But you couldn't find yourself to sleep. You were too worried about Harry. What if he jumped? What if he was lying on the sidewalk with his bones shattered? What if he was dead...?

You looked out the window the rest of the flight there. You heard the pilot speaking about a shorter flight and you would be landing an hour early. You felt a ray of hope glisten upon you.

*3 HOURS LATER*

The flight was only 8 hours instead of 10 it was 7 PM in LA. You turned your phone on and unbuckled your belt. You shook El awake and you both ran off the plane. You ran to the front of the airport whistling and screaming for a cab. You threw a fifty at the driver.

You: To the Terranea and STEP ON IT!

You felt your body fly back into the seat; the cabbie drove as fast as he could to the hotel.

Your phone was buzzing. Liam was calling....

You: Liam?! What's going on?!

Liam was sobbing..... You couldn't make out what he was saying.

You: Liam speak clearer!

You felt your face get hot and tears rolled down you face. Eleanor was looking at you with tears flooding her eyes.

Liam: T-they....

You screamed: Liam what?!

You felt the cab stop, you looked up, but the crowd in front of the hotel spoke for itself...