Our Story

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The pie isn't relavent but harry just followed her....I'm legit about to slice her face. -_-

Like bitch try! To take my man watch I stab you!!!

And not to point it out or anything but....WE JUST HIT 1K!!!!!!!!!! (< why the fuck r the explication marks different. ITS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE!!)

Sorry if there are mistakes.

~o~

Sam - will you ever trust harry? Or will you be iffy about what he did, and will you ever fully forgive emily?

Im hoping I can trust harry, I need him so I can find my brother. And emily made a mistake, so did harry, it wouldn't be right for me to forgive harry and not emily, she's going through a rough patch still with niall.

Sam - Hey der.

That's not a question. But heeeeey.

Emily- why u so pretty?

Awww, thanks babe.

Tom- can you die already because ewwww

Can you go shove a stick up your ass. -_-

Niall- do you fully trust emily or are you still iffy?

*sighs*

I really like emily, but what she did...I would never do to her, but my head's telling me 'stop' but my hearts telling 'go.'

~o~

Sam

"What was he wearing when he went missing?" Niall asks. We were all here, him, harry, emily, and me. Niall was drawing out a diagram on a wall sized white bored, emily was looking through old photos, messages, newspaper articles, anything That had to do with Wes. And harry was calling up a few people he knew that might be able to help. "I think strip shirt, maybe it was blue." I groan in frustration throwing a pillow as we'll.

Niall walks over to where the pillow landed. "Whoa, what did the pillow ever do to you?" He jokes.

I hit him on his bicep. "Ow, emily do something." He wines. "Sorry." She says, throwing a slap to the back of my head. "Watch it." Harry warns giving emily a good flick on the ear. "No you watch it mate!" Niall yells, attempting to kick harry's leg.

"Guys, stop! This is not helping anything." I yell.

Emily's shoulders slouch. "You started it." I send her a glare. "What are you five?" I mutter.

She shakes her head with a smile. "Six, actually I'm six thank you very much."

I go to say something back but an energetic Anne interrupts us. "Snacks for the study buddies." She smiles, walking down the hard wood floors that lead to their basement. " that what we were doing 'studying'. What were we supposed to say, 'oh hey Anne,were just going to go down stairs and plot ways to find my missing little brother, don't worry.' No.

"Thanks mum." Harry mumbles, mouth full of chocolate chip cookies. "Yeah, thanks Mrs. Styles." Me and niall say in unison.

She laughs. "Oh niall dear, I didn't know you were here, I thought you were still in Ireland."

Niall's eyes widen slightly. "Um, no I came back for.." He looks at harry, who's already looking back at him. "..for business." He finishes.

Anne nodes, both me and emily are listening curiously. "Really? What kind?"

Abruptly harry stands from his seat. "Mum I think that's enough questions, thanks for the snacks, but we have a lot of studying to do." He gently ushers Anne out of the room.

"Harry?" He looks at me. "What was that about? You didn't even let her sit down." I quirk my eyebrow.

He shrugs. "It's nothing." He takes a quick glance at naill. "She's a bit nosey at times." He laughs nervously.

"Niall. What's going on?" Emily presses.

"Wait!" Niall yells. Our heads snap to him. "Look at this." We all sor round the small circular table. "Wesley Scott, taken august twelve." Niall read. "Yeah, so? I already know that."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Look at the crime scene pictures." The big color picture in the smack middle of the page, I followed Niall's fingers, there stood a man, I couldn't see his face. Tattoos covered his right arm. "Why is just standing there? It's creepy." Emily grimaces.

"It looks like-"

"Niall!" Harry suddenly booms. "I think it's time we call it a night yeah?"

My eyes narrow . "Harry this is about my brother, he could be alive." I bit my lip hard. "Yeah? We'll maybe he's not maybe he's dead! Your kidding yourself if you think he's still alive after a year!" He yells, directly in my face.

Tears dance around in my light brown eyes. "Really? Really harry?"

He shakes his head, "No, damn I'm sorry."

"No." I say.

"No?"

"My brother is alive, I know he is. He has to be. He's stronger than that. I know he's little but I know he's strong." I say proudly.

Something flashes in Harry's eyes. I didn't know what it was then...but I later found out. "I'm so so sorry Sammy." He whispers, eyes dropping to the floor.

"For what?"

His eyes meet mine they show nothing but Pure sadness. "You'll see."