•Harry's POV•
A taxi dropped me off at the hospital. I looked around and didn't see Blake outside, I went into the lobby through the sliding doors and didn't see her there either. Next, I went to the front desk. A young women sat on the computer, she had blonde hair and pale skin. She was quite beautiful.
Okay Harry no flirting..
"Uh Do you know where I can find Niall Horan?" I asked.
She nodded and typed quickly on her computer. "He is in the ICU. That'll be on the second floor sir." I nodded and ran towards the elevator. Inside stood a little girl with her mother. My floor quickly opened. There was spaced out beds with sheets separating them. I passed by each one looking for Niall or Blake. Soon I found a unconscious Niall in a hospital bed with a heart machine hooked up to him. I stood beside his bed and sat down.
"Ha. Hey Niall." I chuckled. He looked beaten up, but he also looked like an idiot. I was curious about where Blake was. I decided to give her a call.
•Niall's POV•
I woke up feeling groggy. My eyes fluttered open expecting to see my beautiful girlfriend sitting beside me with a smile. Her smile. But instead I woke up to a confused Harry sitting next to me looking like a farmer with his stupid long hair.
"Where's Blake?!" I asked worriedly.
Harry quickly announced to the doctor that I had woken up. None of them spoke to me. Ugh. Where was Blake?
I guess the nurse noticed my confused expression. "Sir, you need to rest. Don't stress yourself out and if you need to leave use this wheelchair." She pointed to a black wheelchair sitting in front of the bed. I gave her a nod and she left.
"Harry!" I yelled whispered. "Where's Blake?"
"Um.. Well that's why I'm here." What. "So Blake called me crying, which you were in surgery, so I came here to make sure you were okay." He paused.
"And??" I asked.
"Well I couldn't find her." Harry twiddled with his thumbs.
"What?" I hit my palm with my hand as I laid against the pillow. "We need to find her."
"I know. How though?" Harry asked.
"Give me my phone?" I said it like a question. Harry handed me my iPhone and I saw missed texts from Zayn.
"Harry, Zayn still smokes right?"
"Uh yeah." He replied.
"Okay help me into the chair." I demanded. Harry took my hand to place me in the direction of my chair. I already had a headache.
"Where are we going?" Harry cheered as he wheeled me to the elevator.
"To find Perrie." I answered.
We found the front desk in front of the elevators, the delivery floor was 4 and Perrie was room 8. Harry and I were alone in the elevator and it was mostly silent until a ding that announced we reached the floor.
Harry wheeled me to the room. I noticed a frantic but tired Perrie laying in the room along with a tiny baby in a tinier, hospital crib.
"Hi" Perrie said weakly. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Well I got in a fight. Long story but where's Zayn?" I asked.
"He told me he went to smoke and he's been gone for over an hour, usually only takes him 15 minutes. I've been worried sick." A tear rolled down her cheek.
Harry rolled me closer to the bed and I took her hand. Harry played with the baby even though he/she was asleep.
"Well that's a coincidence." I sighed.
"What?!" Perrie asked worriedly.
"Blake's missing too. For probably over an hour." I answered.
"I've called him 10 times and he won't answer." She cried a little bit more.
"We've called Blake as well." I sighed.
"Hey, they'll probably show up soon. It'll be okay. Why don't y'all both rest." Harry cheered.
"They're missing." I harshly spoke.
"You don't know th-" Harry said before I cut him off.
"Blake and Zayn don't do this type of stuff. We have to find them." I said.
"Agreed." Perrie said.
"I'll call you later for a plan." I spoke. Harry wheeled me away. I let a few tears escape from my eyes. Where could Blake be? I missed her and I need her here with me....
•Blake's POV•
My throat was tight and my stomach was uneasy. Zayn was messing with his pockets and thinking. I layed in the corner freezing as I closed my eyes. I thought about Niall. How he laughed tremendously loud and at everything. I just wanted him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay and kiss my forehead.
But no.. This is reality. This is my reality right now and I have to face it.
I cried myself to sleep that night, snuggled up in the corner keeping my body heat together for warmth. I was rudely awakened by a larger man grabbing me and throwing me across the room. Damn. I hit my head slightly and scraped my arm. As I let out a sigh, the stranger hovered over me again..
Niall, if you can some how hear me... I love you and goodbye.
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