AN - You guys should be so happy I've updated right now! I have been non-stop frantic typing to get this completed! I was away all of last week with absolutely NO internet connection, It... Was... Hell... Anywhooooo I'm pretty proud I actually managed to write this in time! I really hope you like it! Please vote/comment/fan if you like!
Warning - Some people might find this upsetting, it's not too bad but please take care if hintings at abuse might offend!
Much love to all my readers! I genuinely love you all! Right, I'll stop rambling now! :L
Grace’s POV
It’s been five days, five whole days since I last saw Louis.
Henri is a mess because she obviously hasn’t made up with Niall, and she is terrified she may never get the chance
I am terrified that I will never get the chance to tell Louis how much I love him.
Harry, bless him, has been distraught too.
I mean, I always knew they were close, in fact I teased them that I shipped Larry Stylinson and that always got them laughing and joking around, only after Louis would kiss me and whisper to me that he shipped Lace Tomlinroy.
But now Harry is holed up in his room, he had spent the first three days that we noticed they were missing, out searching non-stop, he wouldn’t rest until Zayn finally cracked and called Anne to tell her to come to London and tell him that it was way past his bedtime.
We had eventually felt we needed to tell Louis and Niall’s family about the situation, and I have to admit this wasn’t how I imagined meeting Louis’ family.
Louis and Niall’s family have crashed at Louis and Harry’s house, there is enough room anyways. They tend to stay huddled together for comfort and soothing words, Zayn and Perrie (who finally started officially going out a week ago) trying to keep them comfortable. It’s adorable in a sick way really.
It’s sick that they need to be molly-coddled in this way in the first place.
Where are Niall and Louis?!
I guess I should probably check on Harry, he hasn’t come downstairs since yesterday morning, and now its 11:00pm, he almost seemed to give up yesterday, he locked himself away after muttering to Liam that ‘if I was gonna be able to find them, I would have found them already’
We all know he’s not like this because he doesn’t care, he’s like this because when Harry cares, he care a lot, and right now he cares too much to be able to cope.
I care.
I care so fucking much.
But I can’t give up, I have to find Louis.
After trudging up the stairs absolutely exhausted after a full day of scouring London for the two One Direction boys, of course to no avail, I knock gently on Harry’s bedroom door.
No answer.
“Harry I’m coming in.” I warn.
I push the door open and my sight it met with a shirtless Harry dressed only in baggy grey joggers, head held in his hands as he sat cross-legged on the bed, shoulders shaking.
Is he crying?
I don’t think I can take it if he’s crying.
Harry is always so brave.
“Harry?” I ask quietly from where I am standing by his open door, normally I would take the piss out of the kitten posters he has up, but now it not the time.
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