TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 27

Harry's paper airplane necklace. The small thing I grew to love. I stroked my chest to find it but it wasn't there. I can't even remember the last time it was there. I let it fall between my fingers causing it to hit the ground. I dropped it as if it had burned me and backed away in disbelief and shock. The mysterious boy known as Micheal started to leave. "Wait! How did you get this?" I yelled after him. "Michael!" No response, he just continued to walk away.

Sarah's P.O.V

"Wanna go downtown and get some drinks tonight after work with everyone?" Courtney asked me. "This new job of ours is tiring." I made up an excuse. "Come on, it's just one night. It's Thursday, we're off tomorrow anyways." she begged me as she held onto my arms. "Fine. I guess a couple drinks couldn't hurt." I gave in. "We're gonna be late, we have to go." She said as she noticed the time. If you're wondering, me and Courtney got a job together at some steakhouse restaurant as waitresses a couple weeks ago. It's only a couple blocks away from our apartment so we just walk most of the time. Other than Harry, I've been thinking about Lauren a lot, I haven't seen or heard from her for what feels like forever, same thing for Emily and Audrey. It seems as though they just disappeared from my life, I didn't think that losing one person that I love would cause me to lose all of them, gosh I miss them...Even though we haven't been in contact for awhile doesn't mean they aren't my best friends, or my sisters from other misters,  or my other pieces anymore...shit, they were my everything...I hope they still are. I snapped out of my thoughts as we walked through the doors, inviting the 8 hour work day. We waited tables until our feet ached and our pockets were full of tips. "I think I'm just gonna go home." I sighed to Courtney as we left. "Nuh ugh, I'm cracking you out of your nutshell tonight. You're coming whether you like it or not." "You get on my nerves, you know that?" I chuckled. "There's that smile I haven't seen in months, now come on we're going downtown." she said, causing the shape of my lips to fall again. "Aren't we going to change?" I asked as I gestured to our ugly uniforms. "Fuck it, who cares." she said as we got into her car. "Me and Louis have been getting pretty serious." she blurted out, breaking the silence. "Crackhead Louis? Are you kidding me?" "He changed, I swear." she whined. "Well I only met him a couple times so I'm not going to judge." I mumbled before the long ride finally came to a stop. We walked into a slightly crowded club, that had the music way too high, and the people way too drunk. "This is going to be a long night." I sighed under my breath. "You okay?" Niall asked me as the music's volume seemed to fade. I just nodded and tried to let go. I tried to let go of Harry, the stress, just everything. I guzzled down a couple shots, but I could still feel the pain, it was demanding to be felt and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I sat at the bar as my elbows rested on the counter and I played with the pendant that laid upon my chest. I let another shot burn my throat just as a guy bumped into me. "Sorry, Hun. Here." he apologized as he handed me a random flyer. I didn't read it, I just laid it on the counter in front of me. I took another shot before setting the small, sweaty glass onto the paper. I looked down and all I seen was the words "H.S. vs. Irwin" printed big and bold. I didn't think anything of it until I read it over again... and again, and again, and again not knowing what to think or believe. "He's alive." I mumbled before running off to find the stranger that handed me the paper that caused my head to swell with questions. I noticed him just as he walked out the doors of the club. "Sarah, wait!" Zayn called after me. I ignored him and followed the man into the cold, moist streets of downtown. "Excuse me, sir?" I said. "Excuse me!" I yelled. He didn't acknowledge me. "Sir!" "What?" he snapped as he turned around noticeably annoyed. "I was just wondering, who is H.S.?" I calmly asked. "Henry Stromberg. He's versing Ashton Irwin tomorrow night. What about him?" he said, still slightly pissed. I felt hollow again, the pain came back, ecrusiating as always. "Nothing...Nothing at all..."

A/N: I got you all hyped up didn't I? I'm sorry, it broke my heart too....but YAY ASHTON! Right?...Comment what you think and I'll follow you. Adios ;)