Saving You Tonight

A Month in Solitude

A/N: Hey, Goblins! How is everyone? Well, I don’t really have anything for a long author’s note... Except the fact that I’m writing it while crying watching romance movies... alone... Okay! I’m not going to depress you guys. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!

The boys performed at the Olympics last night! WOOOHHH!!!!<3 Loved it!

Stay beautiful and enjoy!

Harry’s POV

I didn’t know what to say or do. I went through the motions of everyday, not thinking about what I was doing. It’s been almost a month since Jill went missing. I was losing hope that I would ever find her. But, I still loved her. But, then again, my love couldn’t save her from Finny. My love couldn’t bring her back to me so we could have the kids and raise them together, like we planned. My love was useless, and I hated it.

I walked to the bathroom. She wasn’t coming back. I chuckled darkly, and it turned into tears. I looked at the shower. I took my shirt off, planning to take a shower. I looked in the mirror. I can’t do this.

Louis’ POV

A month without Jill has silenced all of us. God knows what she’s going through. Harry had definitely grown quiet, but now he spent more time alone opposed to just not saying anything around others. I sighed. Then, the phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered, almost in a grunt.

“Hello, Louis Tomlinson?” A woman’s voice answered.

“Yes, I am. Who is this?” My voice grew a bit more pleasant. Just because I felt frustrated and worried, didn’t mean I had to be a jerk.

“London’s Bridal Gown and Wedding Dress Boutique. We heard you and Eleanor are engaged from, well, everyone.” She chuckled. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. We would like Eleanor to maybe get her wedding dress from here.”

“Well, maybe. We’ll check you guys out online and if anything catches her eyes, we’ll get back to you.”

“Well, I’ve actually got a dress in mind. I can forward you some pictures.”

“Oh, well, sure.” I gave her Eleanor’s e- mail address.

“Thank you, I’m sure Eleanor will love it.”

“Thank you, have a nice day.”

“Same to you.”  I hung up and sighed. Acting nice was getting harder and harder, maybe because I never had to act in order to be nice to others. I decided to text Eleanor about the dress.

Me: Hey a dress boutique called and said they have a dress you might like.

Her: Oh cool. When should we go see it?

Me: They emailed it to you just now.

Her: Oh okay

I decided I had nothing to do, so I went to take a shower.

Zayn’s POV

I was just watching the telly mindlessly, thinking. I can’t believe they haven’t found Jillian yet. Was it that hard to locate a pregnant ginger? I turned off the telly and went to the bedroom, not really thinking about anything I was doing. I looked around. This place was a mess. I shrugged, deciding to finally clean it.

When my room was clean, I plopped on the bed. Then, my phone rang.

“Hello.” I answered in half a yawn and half a question.

“Hey.” An deep, unfamiliar voice said. I cocked my eyebrow.

“Who is this?”

“Not important.” I hung up the phone. What the hell Just then, the land line rung.

“Hello?”

“Don’t do that again, hanging up.”

“Who the hell is this.”

“Never mind that. Okay, this is Zayn Malik, right?”

“Yes.”

“Call Eleanor, tell her not to check her e- mail until tomorrow.”

“Why not? She has important e- mails.”

“They can wait. She just got an e- mail that if it’s opened, it’ll trigger a bomb taped to Jillian.” My eyes widened.

“Who the fuck are you and how the hell do you know this.”

“Dude, I want to help you!” I sighed in defeat.

“Okay, I won’t ask who you are.” Then, they hung up. I looked at the phone in confusion, and then darted to my phone.

Eleanor’s POV

I was at the grocery store, when Louis texted me about a bridal dress. He said it was in my email. I decided that I would check it when I got home. Then, I got a call from Zayn.

“Hey.” I answered.

“Eleanor, listen to me.” He said in an alarmed tone.

“Okay. What happened?”

“Don’t check your e- mail until tomorrow. Your most recent e-mail is a trigger to a bomb that is going to kill Jill.”

“Wait, what the hell? How do you know this?”

“I asked that same question and didn’t get a response.” I looked around me, almost in instinct. Something was very wrong.

“O-okay. I won’t check my e- mail until tomorrow.”

“Good. I’ll hang up now, bye.”

“Bye.” I quickly did the rest of my groceries and then went home to tell Louis what was going on.

Niall’s POV

I was in Liam’s flat with him, just chilling. We were talking about Jill and Harry. I wondered what she might be going through. I was really worried for her and the baby. Harry... Oh God, Harry must be an absolute reck on the inside. He didn’t really speak anymore. Then, we heard something going on in the hallways.

“Yo, Styles!” A deep voice called out. He grunted. We got out and saw a man carrying Jillian, who was passed out, going down to Harry’s flat. “STYLES! OPEN UP!” His foot banged on the door. Our eyes widened as I ran back into Liam’s flat immediately.

Liam’s POV

Niall ran back inside, but I went down the hall to see who the hell this was.

“Who are you?” I spat.

“Doesn’t matter.” He said breathing heavily. “Can you open this door, please.” He now sounded slightly vulnerable, yet his voice was demanding. I reached above the door hinge to get the spare key. I opened the door and hollered out Harry’s name.

“Harry!” I yelled.  I went into the bedroom to see shirtless unconscious Harry on the floor with a spread small bottle of pills around him my eyes started to water as I bent down to him. “Harry! Harry, wake up, mate. Harry, c’ mon.” I slapped his face and tried to get him to wake up, but he didn’t. I carried him bridal style and walked out of the room. The man was gone and Jill was on the couch. I walked out of the apartment. “Niall! Niall, get over here quick!” Niall came out of my flat, sprinting. “Go get my keys and the boys. We need to get to the hospital quick.”