Path of Destruction

Chapter Twenty Three

Louis arrived at their building and quickly paid the driver. He immediately ran as fast as he could. When he got to their floor he figured that Harry was probably staying with one of the other boys. He began banging on Liam’s door first; Harry often confided in Liam because of his rationale and calm persona. He banged several times only to find no answer. Next he knocked on Zayn’s door. He pounded harder and harder until he suddenly heard movement from the other side. 

An exhausted looking Zayn opened the door. “Louis what the fuck man, it’s 2 am!” 

”Zayn, is Harry with you?!” 

”No… I thought he was in Holmes chapel… same goes for you…”

”He left and I am pretty sure he came back here. Maybe he is with Niall.”

”No Louis, all the boys crashed in my room, we fell asleep watching a movie.” Zayn glanced at Louis; he looked defeated. “Maybe he went back to your room.”

”Yeah maybe, I’m gonna go check.”

”I’ll come with you.” 

Zayn wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he could tell by Louis’s panic stricken face that it wasn’t good.

He immediately worried about Harry. He couldn’t handle anymore of these situations; it was too much emotional strain. 

Louis unlocked the door and they darted in. 

They searched the kitchen, living room, and each of the boys’ bedrooms. 

Zayn suddenly stopped in his tracks. The bathroom door was closed but he could tell from the light at the bottom of the door that the light was on inside.

He couldn’t breathe. 

Louis noticed zayn’s sudden stop in movement and looked at him, then at what he was looking at. 

Louis began to cry. “Oh God. No. This can’t be happening.” His sobs became short and hysterical. 

Zayn took the initiative to inch forward and open the door. 

His hand was shaking as he turned the door knob. 

The sight he saw next would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

Slumped on the floor was a pale and lifeless Harry. Zayn felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. He ran forward and got down next to Harry. Louis ran into the room next; his sobs became even more hysterical. “Oh God Harry!” He nearly shouted through his cries. He got down on the floor and pulled Harry into his arms. “Harry wake up please,” Louis began to tap him on the face. There was no response, not even the slightest of movements. 

”Zayn call the ambulance!” 

Zayn got up and made a move for the door, his legs were shaking as he ran for the phone, he felt like his body was going to collapse with every step he took. 

Back in the bathroom Louis was absolutely hysterical. 

”Harry please, wake up baby, you can’t leave me. I need you.” His voice quivered on these last words. 

He rocked Harry back and forth in his arms. This situation was all too familiar. 

But this time was different, he could feel it. 

Zayn returned to inform Louis that help was on its way. “I am going to wake up the rest of the boys. Will you be okay on your own for a minute?” 

”Yes”, was all Louis could choke out. 

Zayn ran back to his room and shook the other boys awake.