When Everything Falls Apart {BEING EDITED}

"I'm Coming Home"

Harry's P●O●V

            "Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Louis: you guys get the plan?"

In unison the boys all chanted "yep!" right as Harry's (really Janella's) phone rung.

            "Hello?"

            "Harry? It's Paul!"

            "Hey, we were just about to start the plan- any sign of her?"

            "That's the thing . . . she isn't anywhere to be seen. I've tried locating her by her phone- but of course to do that she'd actually have to have her phone!"

            "So what are you saying?"

Paul took a deep sigh before breaking the news.

            "I'm afraid she's lost."

Right then Harry's heart stopped beating as he took in the scary thought.

            "LOST?! What do you mean lost?" he screamed.

            "Harry look, I'm looking everywhere. I'm tracing every inch you told me of where she ran. Wait . . . wait a minute. What is that?"

            "What? What is it Paul!"

By then, all the boys had gathered around Harry listening to Paul on speaker phone. They could hear the crunching of the grass under his feet as he continued to walk towards a suspicious object.

            "Paul . . . ?"

He gasped, but immediately returned to his senses and became determined.

            "Harry."

            "Yes?"

            "Janella isn't lost."

A thankful piece of air escaped Harry's lips as Paul continued.

            "But she still is missing." He announced after hearing Harry's pleasant breathe seconds before.

            "So, so what are you saying?"

Paul looked down at his shoes, his eyebrows coming closer to each other. Finally he talked to the boys.

            "Harry, I don't know how to tell you this."

            "Try!"

            "The thing I was looking at before- it's Janella's bracelet. The one you returned around her wrist after she fell asleep in your car- which I doubt she knew about."

            "Okay . . ." he trailed- still clueless to Paul's unbearable hints.

            "And her dad's phone. Why would she drop that if she needed a way home? She wouldn't."

            "So what are you saying?"

            "I'm saying . . . I think Janella was kidnapped."

His mind, heart, and body melted at the words.

Wait. . .  melted? Could he possibly be starting to have some real feelings for her? Or maybe it was the guilt. What guilt? This can't possibly be his fault.

            "H- how do you kno- know?" he stuttered; guilt eating at his insides. "I m- mean, besides the f- fact that she dropped those things."