Mute [A One Direction Fanfic] -Amy's Adventures Book 2-

Chapter 11

~Harry's POV~

A knock on my door pulls me out of my daydream, which for once I'm happy about. Usually I like just leaving the world behind for a while, but this time my daydream was more of a day-nightmare. I'm not going to go into detail.

I open the door to see Liam, Niall, and Zayn standing in front of me, all smiling. I raise an eyebrow, confused as to why they're so happy. I mean, it's been almost a month since Louis was kidnapped and we haven't heard from him or his kidnapper since the phone call two-and-a-half weeks ago. So what could they possibly be happy about?

"Paul found him." Is all Liam has to say to bring a grin similar to theirs onto my face. Paul has been looking for Louis forever, and he finally found him. I just hope it isn't too late.

~Louis' POV~

I'm faintly aware of shouting, then a pair of loud footsteps running towards me. I see Trent's form above me, and suddenly I'm in the air, being carried by him as he rapidly cusses. What on earth is going on?! I catch something about 'they're here' in his frantic mumbling, but before I can figure out what that means I'm in a small room that reminds me of a closet. Trent basically drops me on the ground, shutting the door and eliminating all light from the area. I would get up and see what's going on, but I can't. I actually physically can't, I'm too weak to move currently. I hope 'they' are people trying to save me because I'm not sure how much longer I can last without any food.

I hear shouting, some that sounds like Trent and some of someone who is vaguely familiar, but in my state of mind I can't place their voice. I hear a loud cracking sound that reminds me of a gun and my first thought is a bullet in Trent's head. Then more pictures flash through my mind of Liam getting shot, then his face is replaced by the rest of my friends. Anyone could have been shot, anywhere, for any reason. I hear more shouting, closer to me this time. At the same time, I feel myself getting tired, and I fight to stay awake. My eyes start to droop, but before they can close completely the door swings open again and a blurry figure gasps, yelling something I can't understand at someone I can't see. Is he going to save me or hurt me?

I'm picked up once again, this time by the man, and as my face is brought closer to his I can finally make out who is carrying me. "Louis, keep your eyes open." Paul commands, and somehow his words make it through my muddled brain. I try to force my eyelids to stay up but they continue to fall slowly, a black curtain falling over the world. I see three blurry figures watching Paul pass, one on the ground and two on either side of the first. I'm carried up a flight of stairs, then I'm blinded by sunlight for the first time in forever. The light forces my eyes closed, and I can faintly hear Paul curse, running faster to wherever he's going.

"Louis?!" I hear someone, I think it's Niall, yell before I slip into unconsciousness.

~Liam's POV~

As soon as we told Harry that Louis had been found all of us are off, following Paul to the once-abandoned house that Niall's mum told us about the very first day we were here: Louis was there all along. When we get to the house there are flashing lights and wailing sirens everywhere, and about five officers come over to the lads and I, telling us that we need to leave. Paul is already gone by that point, and I catch a glimpse of him entering the house before there's a bang and I'm pushed backwards by a police officer. Niall catches me and I turn, staring at the new hole in Paul's car in shock. Someone just nearly killed me. Again. I wonder if it was Trent?

After a few tense minutes I hear some yelling that I immediately recognize as Paul's. "He's losing consciousness!" Paul yells, alerting some doctors that were near us to run towards him. As Paul approaches us, and the ambulance behind us, I see a small body in his arms. As broken as Louis is, he's still immediately recognizable, and Niall must realize about the same time I do because he screams our friend's name.

"Louis?!" Niall yells in excitement and disbelief, just as Paul reaches a stretcher the doctors brought out. Louis is put on it and the doctors start yelling stuff at each other, mostly things I don't understand, but I manage to catch some phrases that make me worry.

"Looks like he hasn't eaten in a month!"

"Too thin, no where near healthy."

"Could be damage to his skull if this is as deep as it looks."

One frantic shout silences all of the others, and before I can blink Louis is gone, on his way to the only place that has a chance of saving his life.

"HE'S NOT BREATHING!!!"

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I pace back and forth, unable to sit still. We've been in the ICU waiting room for three hours with no word on Louis' condition, and even Paul is starting to get irritated. Amy and Niall are both crying, and Zayn is sitting between them, trying to get them to stop while also trying to keep his tears hidden. Paul is leaning on the wall next to the door, half guarding us and half supporting himself since he refuses to sit down, like me. Harry is sitting in the corner farthest from the rest of us, staring at the same place on the pale blue wall that he has been since we got here. Basically, we all look like crap, feel like crap, and probably need to crap. No one wants to leave in case we miss something important about Louis.

The door next to Paul opens and a nurse walks in, her face void of emotion. I freeze mid-step, and everyone but Harry looks up at the nurse, silently praying for good news.

"Well?" Zayn finally asks, and the nurse smiles.

"He should make a full recovery." Everyone visibly relaxes, even Harry, who looks up at the nurse, suddenly curious.

"What exactly happened?" I ask for Harry, knowing exactly what he wants to know. The nurse's smile gets a bit tighter as she answers.

"He has minor damage to the back of his skull, some sort of knife wound, but most of the damage is starvation. He appears to have been completely starved for nearly a month, and that made him incredibly weak. It's a miracle he didn't lapse into a coma from the lack of nutrition, but that's what's ultimately responsible for his lung failure a few hours ago. He's currently breathing with the help of a ventilator, but it doesn't look serious." The nurse explains. Wow... poor Louis.

"Can we see him?" Niall asks softly, his eyes red and puffy from all the crying.

"He's asleep right now, but you can go in." The nurse says, nodding. Niall, Amy, Zayn, and Harry all stand up, and we follow the nurse to Louis' room, coming to a stop outside the door. "Three people can go in at once. Also, just a warning, his appearance may surprise you, so if he wakes up while you're in there try not to draw attention to how he looks." She says, disappearing around the corner. We all stand outside the door, nervous to see what condition our friend is in. After a few minutes Harry shrugs, grabbing the handle and opening the door and stepping inside. Niall and I follow him in, freezing right inside the room and taking in everything. The room is a stereotypical hospital room with pretty boring walls and a single bed with a few plastic chairs near it. Harry is standing at the foot of the bed, just staring at Louis with a mixture of guilt and disbelief on his face. My eyes go to Louis and I gasp, taking in the sight of my broken friend. He's very pale and thin, which isn't surprising, but still a shock to see. He looks like he hasn't seen the sun or a piece of food for so much longer than a month, and there are all kinds of tubes sticking out of his arms, and one that splits off and goes into his nostrils, helping him breathe.

"Oh Louis..." I say in complete shock. My voice breaks Harry out of his trance and he turns around, tears in his eyes. I immediately hug the lad, letting him cry on my shoulder.

"Harry, it isn't your fault." Niall says, both of us knowing exactly why Harry is sad. Harry looks up and shakes his head, basically saying that Niall is wrong.

"He's right. All of you were telling... me that it wasn't my fault when any of you were taken, why... is this any different? Technically, all of this... is Greg's fault, still. Greg and Trent are both at fault." I say, frowning when I think about Trent. Did they catch him? Is he alive? Dead? Was he arrested or is he hiding somewhere, waiting for a chance to finish what Greg started?