REMEMBER (l.s)

still nothing.

TW : throwing up

1 year after Harry's disappearance

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"GOD DAMNIT" Louis yelled as he threw something against his wall. He was frustrated, oh so frustrated.

The glass that hit the wall shattered everywhere but he didn't even care. All the pieces flew across the room, thankfully not hitting Louis.

The police still had nothing. They said they would call with updates but they never do. So much for being 'the best police force in the world'.

It's been a whole year since Harry went missing. A whole year since Louis' fiancé never came back home. He can't take it anymore.

He pulled at his hair as he looked at the floor. He felt the burning sensation make its way to his eyes again. Before it got too much to handle he took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling.

He jumped a little and shook his hands trying to stop himself from crying for the millionth time.

"You're so stupid. Don't cry, he's ok." He would reassure himself. Louis told himself this everyday. Everyday for 365-

"Oh my god.." Louis whispered. He ran to the bedroom and looked around frantically.

No Harry.

He ran into the bathroom.

No Harry.

He ran around the entire apartment and there was no Harry.

Louis knew Harry wasn't home. He knew that his lover was missing. Louis still couldn't put it together that it's been that long since Harry never came back home.

"Has it.. has it really.." He kept whispering to himself. This time he couldn't stop the tears from pouring out.

He sobbed quietly at first.. just trying and trying to stop himself from yelling again. Stopping himself from running away from life.

His sobs grew louder and louder.

Why did he ask him to go to the grocery store that day?

Why didn't he go with him?

Louis was hyperventilating at this point. He couldn't take it. He had to find Harry, he just had to. He took his keys and ran out of the apartment complex.

"LOU? What are you doing!?" He heard a British accent say. He knew it all too well, but he didn't care. It was the voice of his best friend. The one that always worried about him. Well to be fair they all did, but this one more.

Nothing could stop him from finding his Harry though.

"Louis! Stop, you cant drive like this!" Liam ran after him to his car. Louis just kept running and running, bringing his hand up to his cheeks to wipe away the fallen tears.

He finally got to his car door but not before Liam finally caught up to him. "Woah woah woah. You are not leaving!" Liam sounded worried.

"Get out of my way Payne." Louis spit. He was angry, but he had every right to be.

"Don't be mad at me. I'm trying to help you not get k*lled like-" He stopped himself before he continued. Louis froze.. what?

"Like who Liam?" Louis hissed. Now he was angrier than before. What was Liam trying to get at?