Jump | H.S.

Chapter 26

"Can you track her cell phone?" I mutter, my breath all uneven as I stand behind Louis, his fingers typing frantically on the keyboard, his breath still smelling of alcohol.

"One second," he replies before asking for my phone. Handing it over, he scrolls through my contacts before coming across her name. "Can you call her?" He asks, his blue eyes glossed over as he searches for an answer. Something tells me he wasn't just drinking tonight.

"I don't know, if he has it-"

"Hey," Des interrupts as he places a hand on my shoulder. "If he does have it, he'll just answer it, there isn't any harm, we can track it from him answering too." I don't want to be comforted, or him answer.

"What if he gets upset and takes it out on her?" My voice is barely a whisper.

"It's the only thing we can do, mate." Louis buts in. "I can't just track her with her number, I'm not that good," he laughs lightly, but I continue to scowl, any sign of happiness leaving his face.

"Fine," I mutter.

It's been about two and a half hours since she called, I just hope she's alright. "Do you want me to do it?" Louis asks, I shake my head and take the phone.

"I want you to do it," I whisper as I hand it to Des, him looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Why-?"

"Just take the damned phone," I spit. Something tells me she's not going to answer, and I don't want to hear that pigs voice.

He hits the call button, before putting it to his ear, as he stands next to Louis. They mutter something back and forth, before I hear her voice. Her voice telling the caller to leave a message.

"She's not answering," he mumbles.

"No no no," I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair. "Give me the phone." He hands it over, before I dial her number from memory.

It rings a few times, before I hear- "Hey this is Jumper, sorry I couldn't take your call. Leave a message so I can get back to you." The phone beeps, before I remove it from ear, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. She's okay, she's okay.

"Are you sure you can't track her without her answering?" My voice is low as I search Louis' eyes for the answer I want.

"I can't, Harry. I-I'm sorry." I walk away from the computer slowly, before letting out a scream and throwing down a few chairs. This can't be happening, I won't lose her.

"Harry-" Paul starts, but I interrupt.

"Shut up!" I snap. "I don't want to hear any pity or encouragement, nothing! I'm not giving up, I won't give up on her!" I shout, my throat burning as my voice comes out hoarse.

"Then don't," Louis replies calmly. "Get into a police car and drive around England. Just don't take it out on us, it's not our fault you were shitty."

My body is ticking with fury, as I walk over to him and grab him by his collar, "Do you think this is a joke?" I whisper through clenched teeth. "Do you think it's funny? Because it's not funny at all! I never blamed anyone, I never said anything like that so keep your shitty comments to yourself!"

"I'm trying to help you!" He shouts back, his face beaming red.

"More like trying to be a douche!" He pushes me away from him, before adjusting his shirt, eyes still slightly looking like he smoked a joint. "I need everyone of your help, I can't live knowing she's not okay. I'm scared," I admit, feeling low admitting it, but it's the truth. "I'm scared she's...dead. Like her, just like her. I can't live with that, and I won't."