Recovery » nh.

44. Las Vegas.

Caitlyn's POV.

Of course not, he would never do that.
I quickly got my phone from the night table beside the bed and quickly text him,

Where are you? Come back please, you're scarying me.

I waited for his respond for a moment, when he didn't respond to that text, I decided to dialed his phone immediately, he didn't answer any of my calls and it always goes down to voice messages. I throw my phone to the bed in frustration.

I pace back and forth as I keep on comforting myself by thinking positive thoughts but it wouldn't help me, it's been an hour since I woke up and he didn't coming back yet. My foot walks infront of the door and my hand is ready to twist the doorknob, I want to go out and find him but then I remember I am only wearing a thick pj and tank top without bra on. I don't have my clothes in here too so how'd I change? Sigh, that's all I can do right now.

I sat down on the floor and lean my back to the bed. Last night was great and how come he left me all of a sudden? How come he didn't say any single word as he left me all alone? How come he went away with my clothes? Wait, he has my clothes so he didn't left me, okay, he didn't so stop thinking bullshit.

I pulled my knees into my chest, hugging it tightly. I looked at the clock and it's getting four o'clock in the afternoon. I looked all around and I felt scared, I can't explain why. I felt a sudden goosebumps and my vision became blurry. Why am I such a paranoid and weird person? I hate this.

He didn't left me so stop overthinking too much negative shits, brain.

I tried to soothe up my mind by repeating those words inside my head as I hugged my knees tightly and burried my head into it, an unexpected tear escape from my watery eyes.

"This is bullshit," I cursed under my breathe and stand up, I went to the bathroom to fix up myself.

Niall's POV.

I opened the door and it swung open, it wasn't clearly locked. I walked inside the room and no one greets me, just the ticking clock, mess we did last night and ruffled white sheets on the bed.

Where is she?

"Caitlyn?" I called out, hoping for an answer.

No one speaks, nothing. Where did she go?

I sat on the bed and quickly put out my phone, there are six missed calls came from her an hour ago. I faced palm, why am I such a dick for not noticing any of her calls?

I swipe the screen of my phone and dialed her, it was ringing, but I can hear the ringtone of her phone from here. I turn my back at the bed and saw her phone ringing on the top of the ruffled white sheets in the bed.

She left without her phone?

I stand up quickly and went down the lobby. "Excuse me miss," the young lady looked and smiled at me.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have you seen a lady around my age? She's a brunnette, 5'5, brown eyes, tan skin and she's wearing a pajama and tanktop."

She's perfect.

The woman examined the screens infront of her and say, "I believe the girl you had just describe didn't appear in the cctv on the hallway, elevator and exit door. She haven't exited the hotel sir."

My breathing reduced, I felt relaxed for a moment, "But when you see my girlfriend call on room 412, okay?"
She nodded and I went up on the elevator again, as the metal door infront of me separated I ran over the room, as soon as I hold the doorknob, the door unexpectedly swung open revealing the girl I am looking for moments ago.