Forgotten (One Direction boyxboy)

Chapter 5

"If you want to save your life, meet me at Yarmouth Street alley, next to the book shop. Come alone or I simply can't help you. I can't trust any one but you - even those you think you know."

That was the cryptic text message I received the second I returned home with Harry.

Obviously in a panic Harry and I rushed home, calling the boys and demanding they gather at our house for a serious talk. Though we didn't give them all the details of our Eleanor incident we told them everything about the notepad and they were worried - seriously worried. After running home as fast as we could (why did neither of us take the car?) we hurried to lock the door and, with just my luck, the text telling me to leave my home and meet this stranger arrived.

My first instincts told me this was dangerous - P was a bad guy we had no idea about and this could easily be another one of his plots to get us. But after taking a second to process the information on the text, it just didn't seem like something this P character would do. All his previous attempts to harm us were big and loud, not discrete in this manner. Secondly, although I was the main target, P had made it obvious it was also the other boys particularly Harry they wanted. They wouldn't have made the effort to make it very clear I was the only one to come especially after seeing Harry and I defend ourselves. We would always look out for the each others wellbeing more so than our own making us easy target if we were caught in a fight together. It would have been obvious to P, so if it was P who was texting me, why would they have not called Harry, I and no one else rather than just me and no one else?

I was stopped at the door while Harry had begun pacing, running his hands though his hair and mumbling oh god oh god oh god over and over again. 

I think it was about a minute of both of us wrapped up in our own thoughts before Harry stopped pacing to look at me.

"You're ill. You need to go back to bed."

My head snapped up to look at him, a look of surprise on my face at his odd comment.

"Harry, of all our problems, i think that may be the least urgent. I feel okay and we both know i would be better help down here."

"We both know you would be better not working yourself to death when you were too ill to leave the bed just last night."

"Circumstances change. I don't have the luxury of time to be ill."

"Fine, but if you get even worse from this, don't expect me wait on you hand and foot. This one's on you."

The look on Harry's face told me he wasn't joking. It was rare we had an argument but when we did we were both so stubborn it could last for hours - it was better to leave the house completely until one or both of us calmed down enough to apologize.

It was that which pushed me to do probably the dumbest thing i could have done.

"Fine then, i'm going out."

"What?" Harry snarled, clearly furious at me now. "Are you insane Louis? You really must be sick in the head to think that's a good idea."

"Oh fuck off Harry, i don't have time for your bullshit right now." I hissed back. I knew my words were too harsh but i was really angry and the more annoyed i made him the less likely it would be that he would follow me to the alley.

With one final glare, i stormed out onto the street and slammed the door shut.

Following almost the same route i took to find Harry i made my way to find the alley described in the text.

It was odd place to choose really, but also perfect. It was one of them places hardly any one knew about - hell, i wouldn't have known where it was if Eleanor hadn't shown me a while back. It was, in fact, the only time i had been down there. There were many small roads and alley's that seemed cut off from the rest of the world around the street where Harry and I lived, and Yarmouth Street Alley was one of the less important ones. No one ever seemed to find a reason to venture down there.