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No Judgement

Harry's p.o.v.

My breathing started to become unsteady as the reality of the situation sunk in. We had no idea where Louis was in a city none of us know.

"Wh-Where is he? Where the h-hell is he?" I choked out. Niall rushed over to my side.

"Liam, call him as many times as it takes. Just call him," Niall told him. Liam quickly began calling him. "Hey, we'll find him. I need you to breath with me okay?" He moved my face gently to look at his.

My mind was racing and my eyes wanted to just dart around the room in hopes they would somehow land on Louis, but he wasn't here. I kept my eyes on Niall and he began working me through one of the many breathing exercises we all knew for Louis. The moment I started getting my breathing together tears began to pour. My body needed some way to release all the emotions it was feeling, and since I couldn't hyperventilate, I cried. Niall slowly got my breathing under control after awhile. He brought me over to the bed and had me sit down before grabbing me water. He handed it to me.

"Drink up, okay? I don't want Louis mad at me because we didn't take good enough care of you" Niall joked a little. It made me smile just a bit because that really sounded like Louis. He was so protective of me. "There's that million dollar smile." Niall commented making me smile even more.

I sipped on my water while Niall sat close to me making sure I had his full attention. Liam paced around the room calling Louis over and over. Liam tried for a good 7 minutes before sighing in frustration.

"Louis, this isn't funny mate. Where the hell are you? We're worried sick. Call me." He left a message before hanging up his phone and throwing it on the coach.

He plopped down next to Zayn and sighed. He closed his eyes throwing his head back before pulling his hands up rubbing them on his forehead in frustration. Zayn began running his hands through Liam's hair and all his frustration seemed to slowly melt away.

"We're gonna find him. Louis couldn't have gone far. I'm sure he's just blowing off steam at some bar." Zayn reassured us.

The thought made my stomach sick. What if he was at some bar dancing with some boy forgetting all about me? I really fucked up tonight and that was killing me. I had no way to express how sorry I was. I began bouncing my leg again and Niall wrapped his arm around me to try and calm me. I was getting to a point where Louis was the only way my anxieties could be put to rest, but he wasn't here.

"I'm so fucking stupid," I mumbled before laying back on the bed curling up. Niall quickly adjusted and held me.

"H, don't say that. This isn't your fault." Niall told me quietly.

"It is my fault. I hurt him today. I was being such a fucking idiot. I wasn't trying to but I kept flirting with Noah and I hurt him. Now he's fucking disappeared and I don't know what to do with myself." I began bawling.

I was so terrified. What if he was hurt? What if he was drunk wondering the streets lost? There were so many possibilities yet so little any of us could do. I felt useless. I just needed to know he was okay. I can handle him being mad at me, but not knowing if he's even okay was the biggest pain I'd ever felt. We sat in silence are our minds ran circles around the possibilities of where Louis could possibly be. The silence was broken by a loud bang from outside the room somewhere. We all quickly got up and raced out into the hallway hoping we'd see Louis. No one was in sight. The hallway was completely vacant.

"What the hell was that?" Liam asked.

We all shrugged and began to walk back into the room. We were stopped dead in our tracks when a familiar voice faintly echoed through the hallway.