Louis' long lost sister

Chapter twenty eight

(Louis POV)

It was Friday that Freya ran away on. The lads and I ran out looking for her but she was nowhere in sight. We got in our cars and searched for a few hours, leaving Zayn at home incase she came back. When the sun had set we grew into panic. I was in no condition to drive so Liam had been driving me around. Eventually we found ourselves at the police station ready to file a missing persons report.

They asked us how old she was and how long she had been gone. When I responded with 19 and five hours, the police officer sent us home stating that we can not file one unless she has been gone for 48 hours. That made a large string of curse words spill out of my mouth so the boys had to hold me back and basically carry me to the car.

When we arived home that night we called Gabby to see if she had any ideas of where she could go. Gabby told us all the places we already checked. When she started to mention the park, Harry was quick to jump in there saying that he basicaly tore that place apart. Gabby told us that she would be over as soon as she could which ended up being four hours later. She had her mother drive her even though it was close to midnight when she arrived. Gabby spent the night in Freya's bed and we kept the doors unlocked that night.

And the rest of the next day.

And that night too.

There was still no sign of Freya by Sunday morning and we were all very nervous. Her phone died yesterday afternoon so nobody could get in contact with her. Not that she answered our calls before that but who knows what could be happening to her. She may need to call for our help but can't find a charger.

It was now night fall and we had given up hope that she would come home on her own. The lads, Gabby, and I are all gathered in the living room. I picked up the phone to call 999 and report her as missing when there was a chorus of roaring noises outside. Harry pulled back a curtian and peared out the window.

"It seems to just be a bunch of motorcycles. They'll pass soon." He put the curtian back in it's place and the noises kept coming. There were a lot of them. Probably around 100! They all stopped abruptly and just when I was about to dial, the front door burst open.

I ran to the foyer to see a very large man in leather, carrying Freya on his back.

"Freya!" I yelled out which caused the others to run out next to me. Behind the large man was a long line of people, all in biker gear.

I looked to Freya. Her eyes were blood shot and she had almost a smile. Almost.

She wasn't in the same clothes she left in. When she left she had a blue short sleeved shirt on with skinny jeans. Now she had a long sleeved black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her skinny jeans became cut off short shorts. She looked slightly fuller. As if she had been eating more.

I took a step closer "Freya?" I tried to get her to look. She didn't even glance in this direction. The man carrying her did. He placed her on the group and when I tried to walk up to her, he stopped me.

"Wait. I'll explain later." Now I have to admit, this guy did intimidate me. I took a few steps back and the line of people started hugging and saying goodbye to Freya. There was a woman around her height that stayed after she hugged Freya. She handed her a small wrapped up thing. It was wrapped in newspaper. Freya opened it slightly and I could instantly smell weed.

Freya pulled out what was inside a little. All I could tell that it looked like stained glass but I knew it wasn't. It had a small round part at the end that almost looked like a mini bowl. After Freya wrapped it back up, she smiled and the lady said "Next time you feel like you want to do something to harm yourself, try that instead. If you like it, call me and I can get you some more. I just hope when you use that bowl you think of me"

If that bitch gave my little sister weed, I'll kill her.

Soon she left and the line went on. Towards the end there was a tall, skinny, boy with very dark brown hair. The second they made eye contact he lunged towards her mouth. They began making out which caused my eyes to almost pop out of my skull. The big man fom earlier pulled them apart after a few seconds. They both looked annoyed but the boy reluctanly left. They went down the line as Freya started to sway slightly more after each person. When they got to the end, the big man picked her up and turned to me. "I'm going to take her to her room now. Nobody leave, I need to speak to all of you before I go." There were a few nods and he turned to carry her up the stairs and into her room I'm guessing.

He wasn't gone for long though. When he came back down he pointed to Gabby. "You, go up there and stay with her. You're Gabby, I presume? Go up there and watch her. Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Gabby nodded and she run up the stais and to Gabby's room. WHen she was out of sight I turned to the man.

"Who are you?" I asked. The man looked back and looked at me straight in the eyes.

" Oh wow, I come in here carrying your little sister and I don't even introduce myself. My name is Gruff." He sticks out his hand for me to shake. Hesitantly, I extend my arm and grab his hand.

"Wait how did you know that I was her brother?"

"Well, Louis, she's told me a lot about you and this house in the past 48 hours. She even showed me a couple of pictures on her phone but I had her turn it off because it was blowing up with texts and calls from you guys. It was making her freak out and I wanted her to calm down a little. Sorry for any worrying it may have caused. Just trying to give her a little weekend get away. She wanted to stay longer but I felt that you guys wouldn't like that so much."

"Why was she with you in the first place? Where did you stay? Who was that guy she was making out with? "

"Let her answer those questions herself. She may need time to tell you. I know how long it took her to tell you all about her depression and self harm so go easy on her."

"And how do you know about all of this? I took two months for her to warm up to this new family and it only took you two days?"

"Like I said, ask her. Maybe she was intimidated by your fame. You are the hottest boyband of this generation."

" You know who we are?"

"Like I said, again, Freya told me a lot about you boys." There was a yell outside. "That's my que. Be good to her boys. And Harry?"

We all looked at Harry who was looing at Gruff "Yes, sir?"

"I've got my eye on you." Guff said as he began backing up and eventualy turning around a leaving. We heard the roar of the motorcycles again and when they were gone, we all turned to Harry again.

"Harry what the hell was that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"I honestly don't know."

"Well we know Freya is safe so I'm going to watch TV in the livnig room if anybody cares to join me." I told the group the turned around, walking into the lounge. The guys followed and we browsed through the channels for about five minutes before Gabby walked in. Of course we all stopped what we were doing and turned to her.

She sighed then began speaking. "She's asleep. I stayed with her for like ten minutes after she fell asleep to make sure she was sleeping. I have some news fo you guys you may not want to hear though." Everybody made little gestures for her to go on. "Freya is high. And drunk."

I nearly fell out of my seat when I heard that. "What?" I yell while for the second time tonight my eyes are popping out of my skull.

"Please don't yell, you might wake her. She told me that she will talk to us tomorrow so let's just all go to bed and wait for tomorrow." We all reluctantly agreed and walked to our bedrooms. Gabby slipped back into Freya's room and followed. I just needed to see her once more to know she was truly safe and in her bed. I sat there for a few minutes thinking about all the possible things she could have gone through this weekend. Before I scared myself into waking her up and demanding to know, I walked out of the room and down the hall, into mine. I crawed into my bed which was against the wall to my left. Instead of thinking about Freya, I thought about the wedding and the living arrangements after I'm married to Eleanor. I drift off into sleep.