Nothings Fine I'm Torn (A One Direction Fanfic)

You keep making me weak, yeah frozen and can't breathe

A/N ~ Credit to 1Dsgirl.

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Harry's P.O.V

We had been searching for days and no one had seen her. Niall, Liam and Zayn were still looking and me and Lou had gone home to see if we could find any clues as to where she had gone.

"Harry, I really think that we should stop looking" Lou said as I re-read the note over and over again.

"No! I have to find her. She could be in serious trouble".

"Do you even know why she left?"

"No, she said it was for my own good" I sighed.

"Oh no! I've been such an idiot! Harry I'm so sorry". What? What did he mean he had been such an idiot? He had been a bit of a jerk but why was he sorry now?

"What do you mean Lou?"

"The other day El came in the front room and looked really worried. She started asking me if one of my friends was in trouble and to save them I had to leave everything I had, would I?".

"What did you tell her Louis?"

"I told her I would. I did'nt think she was going to...Harry I'm so sorry"

"It's not your fault Lou. No one knew what she was going to do"

"We need to find her, do you know where she might have gone?"

"No, I have no idea. She did'nt have anywhere she could go"

El's P.O.V

The room was warm and the windows were closed. I got up from the bed. I don't know how I got there. I walked up to the window and tried to open it. It was shut tightly. I wiped the sweat of my brow and once again tried to open the window. It was no good.

i had been here for a few days now and had'nt left the house at all. Last night, was once again, violent. It had all happened so quickly, but I remembered everything. I begged him to let me go out. To let me leave the house for a bit. He would'nt let me. Then I told him that Harry would've and that loved harry and not him. He pushed me to the ground and kicked my stomach. I had my Head in my hands and was crying out in pain.

The room was small and my suitcase was in the corner. The morning light shone through the window and the room felt quite stuffy. I walked over to my suitcase to see what clothes I had packed. I had'nt really been paying attention to what I packed the night I ran away.

I had packed my denim shorts, and stripey vest top. I quickly got changed and gave my hair a quick brush before putting it up into a messy bun. I did'nt pack any make up (not that I wore that much anyway). I put on my cream, over-the-knee socks with bows and the heart necklace that Harry had given to me in the morning.

I went to walk out of the bedroom door but realised that it was locked. He clearly did'nt want me going anywhere. I sat on the bed, I had no phone and was'nt allowed to leave the room. I layed down on the bed and began to daydream.

I wonder what Harry's doing in America. I tried to make myself stop thinking about Harry but I could'nt. He was my everything and I found it hard to imagine my life without him. I was going to miss when he smiled and showed his perfect dimples. Miss his curly brown hair and deep green eyes. I was going to miss the way he held me in his arms at night and kept me safe. Miss the feeling of warmth as I layed with him on the sofa laughing about nothing.

No. I should'nt keep thinking about him. It does'nt matter now. We can't be together. It was for his own good and I'd just have to get over him.

My door creaked open and Taylor walked in. His blond hair looked a mess and his hazel eyes were blood shot. I sat up immediately and looked at the ground. He lifted my chin up and looked into my eyes. His eyes were empty and his expression unreadable. I looked at the ground still and tried to avoid looking at his eyes.