{Alesha's POV}
I'm sure he just got caught up. He wouldn't leave me standing here alone like a fool... Would he? Of course he wouldn't. He's not that type of person, well, as far as I could tell. I did only meet him two days ago. But where was he? What has made him half an hour late?
I pace around the foyer. Did something bad happen to him? There's only one way to know. I pick out my phone and dial Louis' number. A continuous stream of rings sounded into my ear. No answer. Ok, now this was freaking me out. Maybe the boys knew where he was. I dialed Harry's number, and he picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Harry, is Louis still with you, because he hasn't shown up for our date yet and he isn't picking up his phone?" I ask him. I've begun sweating because of my anxiety.
"No, love. He left over an hour ago to meet you," he replied, "Wait, I'll ask the lads."
I heard a shuffling, and a few mumbled voices before Harry was back on the line.
"The lads haven't heard from him. Do you think someone's happened to him?" I could here the concern in his voice too.
"Yeah, I don't think he would just disappear like this without a good explanation." I felt dizzy thinking that something could've happened to Louis.
"Ok. I'll meet you at the cinema in ten with the lads, then we'll figure out what to do." He said, and hung up.
***
Right on ten minutes, Harry's car pulled up to the curb and the boys plus my friends piled out of the car. I could see the worried expressions on their faces. Harry strode over to me and rubbed my back in comfort.
"We'll find him," he said, "He probably just got lost or something." I nodded, hoping he was right.
Harry made the plan of pairing one of the boys with a girl, as we girls knew our way around the city, then splitting us up. I was paired with Amy and Liam, as there was an odd number with Louis missing.
"Ok, how about we start in this general area. Who knows what trouble he has got himself into." Liam said, and pulled Amy and I out into the night air.
"Don't worry, Leashy, I'm sure he's fine." She said then started calling Louis's name in the opposite direction to me. I waked along a line of closed stores, looking for any sign of him. The darkness was chilling.
"LOUIS!" I called out. Nothing. Only a distant siren, and the yells of the others. I sigh, then turn back around as I approached the end of the street. 'Has that street always been there?' I ask myself as I'm faced with a dark road. I had never noticed it before tonight. I had an urge to walk down through the darkness. 'Maybe he's down there?' I say to myself. I find myself engulfed with black. My eyes eventually adjust to the little light, and I can make out a random assortment of shapes up against walls.
"LOUIS!" I call out again. Still no reply. I shuffle my feet along the ground to avoid tripping on hidden obstacles, but my foot still catches on something, and my body hurls towards the ground.
"Ouch!" I say as my head makes contact with the asphalt. I turn to see what tripped me, and my heart stops when I see him sprawled out on the ground, his beautiful face bruised... Hardly breathing.
{Harry's POV}
"LOU?" I yell. He has to be here. He doesn't just disappear. He's my best mate, he'd tell me if something was wrong. 'Please tell me he's okay...'
"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" I hear Alesha yell from a hidden street. My heart skips a beat, fearing the worst as her voice cracks with tears. My feet pound on the ground, and the next moments blur together. I remember turning and seeing Alesha crying, leaning over Louis, who was only just breathing. I remember leaning down, feeling his pulse, and pulling out my phone to call 000. Alesha cried as she wiped his hair from his battered face, whispering soothing words to him.
The ambulance arrived within minutes, and Louis was lifted onto a stretcher and carried away in the back of the ambulance, Alesha never leaving his side. I remember snippets of Liam grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the car. He was always so calm in bad situations, but his forehead was creased with concern. The girls were all hugging each other, calming each other down.
'Why would anyone do this? Especially to Lou,' I thought to myself, 'He never does anything to harm or upset another person. Why him? Why us?' I immediately knew the answer to my last question. Because we were One Direction. We were always targets. I kicked at a nearby bin, and swore. Liam tugged at my arm again, then forced me into the car.
***
The hospital smelt like disinfectant. I hated it. The white walls burned my eyes, leaving black dots covering my vision. The plastic chairs we were made to sit in dug into my back, and I shuffled in my seat. The lads and girls around me sat in silence. We had been like this for an hour. Silent. Waiting. Fed up, I stood, and stormed over to a nearby nurse.
"How long do we have to wait for the results?" I demand at her. She seemed frighted by the aggressive tone to my voice.
"We-"
The nurse never answered, because Eloise was tugging my arm back to the waiting area. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug. 'Damn she smells nice.' I say to myself. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking these things right now, but they comforted me- calmed me down. I closed my eyes and rested my chin on her head.
Someone cleared their throat. We looked up, to see the doctor standing with the others, clipboard in hand, ready with the results.
