The Clique

Part 10

This is the part where it ends.

She'd been missing for two days.

The last words she had ever said to him had contained the phrase fuck you and some other harsh things. He didn't think he had been coming off that strong to her. He was just saying how he had felt. Maybe he had gotten a little bit carried away.

Anyways, he hadn't thought enough to reconsider her final words him. Tell Nick to not try and look for me. He had been too angry and confused to think the phrase through.

And now she was missing.

He had gotten a frantic phone call from Cara that morning. He could barely make out her blubbering nonsense through the static on the line but it basically came out as my best friend is missing and isn't answering her phone and I'm freaking the fuck out. As soon as he could make out what she had said, he tried to calm her down and told her to come over to his flat. Zayn was actually home, for a change, but only because he had been phoned and forced to come home.

Everyone was gathering at their flat. The entire group was here at that point. The building had become a central location for all of them.

It was eerie. No one was talking, they were just huddled together in blankets, even though it was June, and talking with their eyes. No one had any clue where she might've had gone.

Nick had his eyebrows furrowed as he studied a boiling pot of water, murmuring things under his breath. "Aha!" he shouted.

Harry jumped up from his spot on the couch and rushed over to him. "What Grimms?"

"She had a backpack with her when she came over to see me. She was planning all along to leave."

Harry stopped breathing.

And he felt this unexplainable pain in his heart when he realized that there had been clear signs that she was going to leave and not come back but he had been too angry to recognize them. Now he had no one to blame but himself.

“We need to stop acting like this, all cooped up and crying. She’s gonna come home, I know it. We just need to go out and look for her. It’ll put all our minds at ease.”

So they split up.

Cara, Rita, Perrie, and Kelly joined together in a group, while the rest of the boys came together to form one as well.

Cara was standing, shaking even though it was a nice 72 degrees outside. Ben went over to comfort her. “Cazza, we’re going to find her. Don’t worry, she’s okay,” he placed his arm around her shoulder.

The blonde girl didn’t typically cry. She had gotten that from Freddy. She would just get angry and lash out, hence the explosion she had on her best friend months and months prior. “But what if she’s hurt B?” her bottom lip trembled. Her accent coming out thicker. “What if someone’s got her? What if somehow Sam got out and-“