Chapter 9

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*Michael's POV*

After hours for looking for him, we had to go out and look around town. That is, until my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I awnser, Forgetting to look at the caller ID.

"Hey Michael, I'm lost, I can't find my way back to the stadium." Someone says. I am relived to hear Harry's voice, especially in a situation like this.

"Where are you? we're coming to get you." I say, while everyone looks at me.

"Um..... I don't fucking know." He says. God, he can be stupid sometimes.

"Look for a street sign or something." I say.

I hear him walking around, suddenly stopping.

"Okay hang on, um.... I found one. it says Fourty-Seven Pine Street." He sighs.

I punch in the digits, my phone mapping out multiple ways to get to where he is.

"Okay Harry, hang on we're on are way." I mumble. with that I hung up, and grabbed my keys.

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A/N

Sorry for the late update and sorry it's short

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