My Best Friend's Brother {ft. Larry Stylinson And Ziam}

Chapter 10

{Louis POV}

I raced through traffic as fast as I could. Here I thought El was abandoning me all this time when in actuality, she was in trouble. Why didn't she contact me sooner? All of this could have been avoided. If she wasn't so uncommunicative, we would probably be on my couch pigging out in our pj's right now.

Soon, the flow of traffic ceased. Manchester was three hours away. I was 30 minutes in. How the hell was I supposed to get all the way to Manchester with traffic like this? I took this time to reflect, not on anything specific. Maybe I should've been the one to divulge to El that I was with her brother. I mean, she is my best friend. But then again, Harry should have told her because they were siblings. Either way, she would have found out. I kinda feel guilty because I didn't tell her. Or maybe I feel guilty because I wasn't there when she was told. Well... that's all water under the bridge now.

Suddenly, the copious amount of cars in front of me started to accelerate. I didn't expect the traffic jam to be so ephemeral.

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>>2 hrs. Later

Help

Don't think about

Help

It doesn't matter

Help

He's not your problem

Help

My mind shifted between Harry and Eleanor. Why am I the center of everyone's problems? How do I know that when I get up here, something isn't going to happen to me? How do I even find her in Manchester? This is fucking crazy. Why am I even doing this? If someone really wanted to hurt her, they'd take her phone away. She can't live without it.

Beep beep beep beep

My phone jumped around in my pocket. Text messages, lots of 'em too. I looked for a place to pull over. The flow of traffic was surprisingly good. I had to switch a couple of lanes but I finally pulled over. Once I unlocked it...

Beep beep beep beep

The vibration of my phone was making my hands shaky. It was almost like I was nervous.

237 Nightingale Street

237 Nightingale Street

Just like the first set of texts, they were repeative. Why so many times? How the hell did she know I was near?! I was about 15 minutes away from Manchester. So, I got back on the road. I'm surprised at the amount of cars on the interstate at this time of day. Sure, it was like 11am but still... Too early to be driving. I'm usually getting a week's worth of sleep right now.

As I was driving, my eyes scrolled pass a sigh that said, "Manchester Next Exit". For me, driving this long was a challenge. I'm more of a passenger/sleeper type person. I'd rather you drive me up here than to drive myself. And besides, there was nothing to miss on the interstate. Trees and a long stretch of road stood before me and couldn't take it.

Wait. Hold on. This seems like Dejà vú. When I was a junior in high school, I had a sleep addiction. I used to sleep nonstop for hours. Longest time I ever slept was 13 hours. Best 13 hours of my life... So far. Anywho, El woke me up with a bunch of knocks at my door.

When I went to open the door, it wasn't El. It was a girl. She had dishwasher blonde hair ( or dirty blond) with acne around her nose. Her eyes were wide and big, as if I had scared her. They were blue as well. She stood to be about 5'1. She wore a black shirt with holes in it that barely covered her arms from her shoulders to her wrists and black skinny jeans and a brown beanie. She took a few steps back when she saw me. I guess I must've scared her.

"If this comes out rude", I started, "I am terribly sorry... But who are you and what do you want?" I said with sleep in my voice.

"Well, you were right. It came out very rude. I'm MacKenzie, call me zee."

"How long are you planning on extending this conversation?"

"As long as I need to", she replied.

"OK, bye". i was beginning to shut the door when she shoved her foot in it.

"I'm not done here, Louis", she said. I opened the door again.

"What do you want? Seriously? I have somewhere to be."

"Oh, you mean like your bed?"

"Yes, now can we hurry this up?"

"Sure. I'm El's friend and she sent me to tell you that she needs help"

"Help with what?"

"I don't know but she says she's in trouble."

"Well, why can't you help her?"

"She doesn't want my help. She wants yours." Shit.

"Why couldn't she have contacted me? Why she have to tell you? She said your phone's dead." Damn it. She's right.

"ok, where is she?"

"Hampton Park"

"HAMPTON PARK?!!! THAT'S IN--"

"Yup"

"OK. Bye" She turned around and walked down the path in my front yard.

"Oh, wait!" She stopped and turned around.

"Yeah?"

"I love your shirt"

Long story short, I drove four cities over to save the bitch and she was there with her bitchy friends ready to spill pig's blood on me.

So, what's different between then and now?

Well, she texted me this time. But it's father away than last time. Yep, this is one of her pranks. I should go catch her in the act.

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I pulled into the empty lot across the street from the house. Once I crossed the street, I went up the stone pathway leading to the white door. It didn't seem vacant so I decided to knock. If El opened the door, that would be hilarious.

Knock knock

Knock knock

I heard moving inside of the house but no one was answering the door. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it wasn't one of her pranks. The rattling of locks could be heard on the other side. I took a few steps back. This could be dangerous. Just then, a boy with black hair and brown eyes peeked through a crack in the door made by said boy.

"Are you Louis?", the boy said. Who was this creep?! Wait a minute. Black hair, brown eyes mischievous look... Could this be Harry's friend, Zayn?

"Who's asking?"

"Doesn't matter right now. Are you Louis", he asked as his voice got deeper.

"Depends... Do you have my friend Eleanor?" He poked his head back into the house and whispered something to someone. Then, he opened the door all the way.

"Come in". Wait, what? The guy told me to sit on the couch and he disappeared into another part of the house. I sat and waited.

30 minutes passed and I was still waiting. Footsteps echoed throughout the silent house. Then, someone who I never thought I'd see again appeared at the door where the other guy disappeared from. I stood up in awe.

"Harry"

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