Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fifty Three

Sorry for the super late update! School has been a KILLER. Being a freshman in high school ain't easy. Kutos to all the freshman out there.
Anyway. HERE'S THE UPDATE!
I updated today especially cus it's one of my best friend's birthday today! She's also the one who helps me with some of the ideas for this story. Happy birthday @VeronicaStyles4 ! I love you babeee. xx

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Harry’s POV:

     “It was really good to see you again, Dee,” I smiled as I stood up from my chair at the cafe.

     Dee laughed and stood up as well. “Hey, I needed to visit my cousin, didn’t I?” she smiled.

     My cousin Dee, who’s nineteen years old, had been visiting London this weekend. So to catch up, I took her out to this small cafe. It was really great to catch up with her once again, seeing as I hadn’t seen her in almost two years. She was like a second sister to me, and was really amazing. “Anyways, I need to go,” she said, picking up her coffee cup. “I’ll call you soon, alright?”

     I kissed her cheek. “Alright. Drive safe, Dee,” I told her. Dee smiled and then left. As I grabbed my car keys from the table and walked out of the cafe, my phone started buzzing. When I checked the screen, it told me that Louis was calling. He and Eleanor had returned yesterday from their honeymoon, and were staying at Louis and I’s shared flat. “Hey, Boo,” I smiled as I got in the car.

     “Have you seen Kendall?” he asked, his voice panicked.

     I frowned slightly. “Last I saw her, she was home,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot.

     “She’s not!” Louis nearly screamed. “She isn’t there, she isn’t with any of the lads or girls, and isn’t answering her phone. I was hoping she was with you!” Now he was full on panicking.

     I clutched my phone in my hand. “Hold on. I’m checking her house and I’ll get back to you.”

     “Hurry,” was all Louis said before hanging up.

     I got to Kendall’s flat and ran up to her floor. I opened the door, and saw that it was unlocked. “Kendall?” I called into the dead empty house. “Kendall!? KENZ!!” My heart was hammering in my chest as I reached for my phone. I dialed her number and put the phone next to my ear, waiting for her to answer. “Come on, Kenz, pick up. Please, babe,” I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes tightly.

     “You’ve reached –” I ended the call, cutting off Kendall’s voicemail.

     “DAMN IT!” I yelled. I quickly called Louis, and when he picked up, I immediately started talking. “She’s not home! She isn’t even answering her phone!”

     “Calm down, Haz,” Louis said, but I could hear the panic in his voice.

     “Lou, she’s missing! What if something bad happened to her? I’m getting a really bad feeling about this.”

     “The lads and I are trying to find out as well,” he answers. “Should we call the cops or...?”

     I thought about it for a moment, and then said, “Yeah. We need to find Kendall.”

Kendall’s POV:

     I was still tied up, and was starving. I don’t know where Mitch was, because I haven’t seem him for the past fifteen minutes and was still in the dark room. My stomach was continuously growling, waiting for some food to come in. I tried helplessly and miserably to get out of these ropes, but to no avail. Mitch had tied them super tight, and there was no use of me trying to get out of these. I looked around the dark room, trying to find any sort of window or door that I might have missed before to escape from. Nothing.

     I didn’t know what to do – I have never felt this helpless in my life before. My body ached for Harry. His touch. His voice. His hugs. His hair. His eyes. His kisses. I miss him so, so much. I need him. I wonder if he’s realized that I’m missing? If he has, is he looking for me? I wish I knew. Just then, the door opened, and Mitch strolled in. “I’m going out,” he said in a gruff voice. “You better stay put or else things won’t be looking up for you.”

     I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, like they haven’t already,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

     Suddenly, I felt him take my hair into his hand and pull it up, making me shoot up from my seat. I winced in pain as my skull hurted, but tried not to show it. “If I were you, I’d watch my tone,” he hissed. He then jerked me back on to my seat and I stared up at him, hatred clear in my eyes. “Stay put.”

     With that, he walked out the door, slamming it shut. A few minutes later, I heard an engine roar to life, and a car speed away. Mitch’s gone. Carefully, I stood up from where I was sitting. The first thing on my mind was to run away, but I then remembered the front door is locked, and the windows have some sort of lock on it and I can’t open it. Besides, I won’t make it too far by running. Suddenly, I had an idea in my mind. My phone. If I can just find it, I can call for help. But first, I need to get out of these ropes. Opening the room’s door, I stepped out into a dark and dreary hallway. I carefully walked down the hallway, and finally made it to the kitchen. There, with my hands still tied in front of me, I opened the first kitchen drawer I saw. Nothing. Closing it, I moved on to the next drawer. Still nothing. I then came across the third one, and when I opened it, there lying by itself, was a sharp cutting knife. I carefully picked it up, held it by the handle upside down, and carefully cut through the ropes. After three minutes of forceful cutting, my hands were rope free.

     Getting the feeling back in my hands, I quickly did a search throughout the house, hoping to find my phone. It was nowhere! I even searched Mitch’s room, and it wasn’t there. I walked back into the living room, and saw some sort of glint from underneath the dusty couch. Frowning, I bent down on my knees, and saw the thing I have been looking for. Underneath the couch was my phone. Quickly grabbing it, I turned it on. Once it was on, I saw that I had one bar. Not missing a beat, I dialed the number one cell number that I know.

Harry’s POV:

     “Come on, Lou, drive faster!” I exclaimed.

     The boys and I were on our way to the police station, and were about to notify the police of what was going on. “I’m trying, Harry!” Louis cried. “There’s just too much traffic!”

     I groaned, and fell back into the passenger seat of the car. “Don’t worry, Haz,” Liam said from the back seat. “We’ll find Kendall.”

     I silently nodded, and stared out the window. The only thing on my mind was Kendall. Was she okay? Was she hurt? Is she scared? Who kidnapped her? The thought of someone hurting my Kendall made my blood boil as I clenched my fists, making my knuckles turn white. Suddenly, there was a buzzing in my phone, telling me that someone was calling me. Taking it out, I stared at the screen to see who it was. My heart stopped beating when I read the screen.

Kenz calling.