One Direction's Baby Sister (Edited)

Chapter 8

(If anyone thinks this story is getting anticlimactic, I promise you this will change your mind!!)

^^circa me, 2014

Original word count: 1653

New word count: 2164

Zayns POV

I searched for Lena everywhere. But my best friend's baby sister was nowhere to be found. I was beginning to panic. Had Lena gotten lost and found herself in some horrible place? had someone hurt her? Damn Liam for taking the girls phone! This would be so much easier if I could just call her!

I had looked at all the nearby places Harry told me they'd been to, and went down all the roads he said they took-I figured maybe Lena would stick to roads she somewhat recognized. I walked past the River Thames and down a slow street, looking for Lena and hoping she was okay.

That was when people began shouting. I looked across the street. There was a few people yelling from the sidewalk.

"Look out!" they cried. And then there was the sound of skidding tires. And the horrified screams of people around the road. And then there was a loud bang and an agonized cry from the street.

People were pulling out phones, calling the emergency number. The others were rushing into the street as several cars stopped. A man jumped out of a big black car, looking like he might cry, or faint, or throw up. Or even all three. In a matter of seconds, they all crowded around one person, who was apparently lying on the ground.

I took off running, forgetting momentarily about my search for Lena. I hurried to the people in the street, shoving through the crowd to see who was hurt. Obviously someone had been hit by a car, and I couldn't stand by and do nothing-though I had no idea what I could do.

"I never saw her! She came out of nowhere!" the driver of the car sobbed. His hands were on his head.

"Excuse me," I said, shouldering past a woman in front of me.

"Wait, I know her. She was on TV today. With that boy band." someone said.

No. No way.

"Move!" I cried.

"Zayn Malik? Dude, aren't you just in the nick of time? Better call Liam!" someone yelled.

"That's one of the guys she was on TV with!" Someone else cried.

I shoved the last person aside and looked down. Then I felt my heart stop.

"Lena,"

Liams POV

I stomped around my bedroom, waiting for Zayn to come back with Lena. He told me he'd call, but my phone was dead. I was too keyed up to look for my charger. I was mad at Harry. I was mad at Lena. I was mad at myself. I should have kept my cool. But I just wanted her to be safe. I wish she hadn't run away from me.

I ran my hands through my hair. What was taking so long? Where had Lena gone to? And what was she doing? I had to try not to lose it. Losing it was the reason she took off. I have to calm down. She's probably fine.

Just as long as she was okay. That's all that mattered.

Harrys POV

I was almost asleep when my phone rang. I hit ignore and rolled over. Whoever it was could wait till morning. Besides, when I was awake I was angry at Liam for that whole "I expected this from you" comment.

But then they called again.

And again.

And again.