Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Five

Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Five

Louis' P.O.V

I stood in the doorway with a mug in my hand. The tea had gone cold a long time ago, but I hadn't seemed to notice. I was too busy staring at them.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" Harry asked.

It had been two weeks since the news report, but I hadn't turned the TV on again in that time. I didn't want to hear anymore news.

Harry joined me in the doorway.

The boys were worried about me still and had insisted that someone stayed with me at all times. That someone was Harry.

"I'm gathering the courage," I told Harry.

"To walk into your own living room?" Harry said coldly.

He hadn't forgiven me for the things I'd said in the office. Niall and Liam had forgiven me easily after Zayn had explained a few things to them.

I glared at him.

We had argued a lot recently. He was angry at me and I was worried about Cassidy. No one seemed to want to help me through this either. Everyone seemed to be angry at each other.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"To open up the boxes," I snapped.

The boxes were still where I had left them and they lay untouched. I was scared that I was going to find something that Cassidy would never want me to see. I wanted to respect her privacy.

He tutted and strode to the spare bedroom that he had been using. He slammed the door shut behind him.

I sighed and ran my hand through my tangled hair.

I pushed myself off the doorframe. I cautiously put one foot onto the carpet in the living room like it was something that I wasn't allowed to do.

I hesitated.

Did I really want to do this? Should I do this? Would Cassidy want me to do this?

I retreated back into the kitchen.

I grabbed the penknife from the draw to cut the Sellotape that held the boxes closed.

I stood in the doorway again.

This time, I walked across the living room quickly.

I sat down next to the boxes. It was cold in this part of the living room, but I pulled the first box towards me anyway.

I carefully cut the tape and opened the flaps slowly.

At the top of the box was Cassidy's everyday uniform. It had been folded neatly, but not by Cassidy. She folded the sleeves three times and not two.

Cassidy always rushed to get to her plane, but she always folded her uniform when she got back.

I pictured a straightened uniform on her bed on the ship. I pictured it waiting for Cassidy to come back and fold it.

Underneath that one was another one of her everyday uniforms. It smelt faintly of washing power and it had been folded by Cassidy.

I ran my finger over the material. It felt cold under my fingertip.

I closed the box and pushed it away from me. Then I pulled the second box towards me.

It was heavy, and I could hear something rattling inside it. The side of the box stated that the contents were fragile.