Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 11

"Bébé?"

"Finn?" My nose scrunches up in confusion as I'm not sure if it's actually him or not, even if I know that he and Alice are the only ones to call me that. I glance at Harry again and notice his brows lowering on his face, creating that same perfect crease just above his nose.

"Qui d'autre? Are you okay?" I hear his small laugh on the other end but I immediately notice that something is off. I always notice. (Who else?)

"Yeah... What's wrong?"

"Okay don't freak out but something happened." My eyes widen and my pulse accelerates along with my thoughts.

"What do you mean something happened?" I say quietly and unsure as I start to look around me for some kind of reassurance, until my eyes land on his hand holding onto the coffee cup. His big hand holding almost the entirety of the mug into his grip, his rings clashing against the shade of white.

"So Alice is in New York, to get the keys of our apartment, remember? She found Devon yesterday because they're in the same hotel. Anyways, they went out for breakfast this morning but they got robbed." He replies and everything starts spinning around me, I can feel my throat tightening when I try to swallow the lump, and my heart is now pounding against my ribcage as if it wanted to escape my body. I stand to my feet and start pacing because I can't stay still anymore.

"Are they hurt? When did this happen?" I try to talk fast, desperate for him to hurry up and tell me what happened already because I can't stand another second not knowing if they are okay.

"They're okay bébé t'inquiète pas. It was just this morning. Apparently the guys just took their phones and wallet and booked it. He didn't hurt them okay?" He says in a hurry with his calm voice, trying his best to reassure me after knocking my wind out with the news. I close my eyes and take a deep shaky breath, trying my best to calm my pounding heart. (Don't worry.)

"Okay, where are you?" My voice is shaky and so are my hands, I place my free hand in the pocket of my sweater and close it into a fist, my nails digging into the fresh flesh of my palm while my other hand is white knuckling the phone in my grip.

"I'm still in Chicago that's why I called you, Alice called me from her hotel but can you go and pick them up?" I nod even though he can't see me.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Text me the address okay?" I look up when I notice Harry is also standing up, leaning against the island with his arms crossed against his torso. He looks at me with that same confused frown.

"I will. Oh! And bring them something to eat, they didn't get to eat breakfast." He says in a hurry with a small laugh and I almost smile at his tone but I can't. He seems so relaxed about the situation, he's always like this but I know that he freaked out when Alice called him at first.

"Sure... Why didn't you go with Alice?" These two are always glued together so it's strange that he's not with her.

"She wanted to get the place ready before I got there. Tu sais comment elle est, she wanted to decorate everything and surprise me." He says with a sigh. "I was supposed to fly out here next week but I changed my flight and I'm heading to the airport right now." (You know how she is.)

"Yeah, I know... Text me the time your plane lands and I'll come pick you up alright? I have to go now." I know he'll probably deny me but I have to make sure that they're safe, all three of them. I look back at Harry when he brings his empty cup to the sink, but drops it in it with a loud thud and swears under his breath.

"Who's with you?" I hear the suspicion in his tone, my nose scrunching up because I know he can tell when I'm lying.

"What? No one." My voice is slightly higher as I try my best to faint confusion at his question. I shift my weight on my feet, looking everywhere but at Harry even if I can feel his gaze burning my skin.