Always You (L.S.) (Completed)

Chapter 38: Gone

(November 9th - 20 weeks)

LOUIS

"Hi Boo!" My mum smiled at me through the phone. "Where's Harry?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm starting to think that you like him more than me."

She shrugged. "What can I say? The man's a looker."

I laughed. "He's at the grocery store picking some stuff up."

"For your cravings?" She asked knowingly and I sighed.

"Yeah, this time it's cucumbers and Nutella." 

She snorted. "Lou, that's disgusting! How is he still with you?"

My mouth fell open. "Mum!"

"Just kidding."

"Anyways, he left about 10 minutes ago, so he should be back in about half an hour."

~

Three hours:

I was wrong. Three hours later, Harry still wasn't back and I was starting to get really worried. I had called him four times and he hadn't answered one of them. 

I quickly called Zayn to see if he was with them.

"Lou? I'm kind of busy, can I call you back?"

"No, this is really important. Harry left three hours ago to the grocery store and he hasn't come back or answered any of my calls and I'm getting really worried. Have you seen him?"

"No, I haven't seen him since yesterday. Hold on Lou, Li and I are coming over."

"Okay, thanks."

Ten minutes later, Liam and Zayn were at the door. 

"So he hasn't answered any of your calls?"

"No, and it's almost four hours now. I'm really scared, Zee, what it something happened? I can't lose him, the baby needs him, I need him."

Seven hours:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I paced around the room, hand on my belly, not paying attention to the pain in my back and ankles. "Where the fuck is he?" 

"We can't really call the police until 24 hours is up, so we'll have to wait. Sorry, Lou." 

"He's not dead is he?" I started panicking. "Oh my god, what if he's dead? What am I going to do?"

"Louis! Calm down," Niall helped me sit down on the bed. "Harry isn't dead, okay, we'll find him."

"How do you know that?" I snapped, groaning when a wave of nausea hit me. "Fuck, my head."

Zayn sat next to me, rubbing my back. "What do you need?"

"I just need Harry," I whimpered.

Twelve hours:

"Guys, Harry's... facetiming me?" Everyone quickly surrounded me.

It was completely dark, and I couldn't see anything.

"Harry?" I asked tentatively. "Are you there?" 

A light was turned on and I gasped in shock.

Harry was tied to a chair, his face bloodied and bruised, surrounded by four men carrying guns. He struggled as he tried to speak, but all that came out were muffled groans.

"Harry!" I screamed. "What the fuck, let him go!"

A small chuckle was heard and the camera turned around to show a bald man in his late thirties with a dirty beard and a cruel smile.

"Hello there gorgeous," he purred and I shivered. "Aren't you a pretty thing?"

"Why are you keeping Harry?" I demanded, covering up for the fact that I was almost paralyzed with fear.

"Young Harold here needs to give my money before I can set him free, you see, for drugs and all that," he smiled at me.

My eyes widened. "Harry doesn't do drugs you filthy liar!"

"Perhaps not, but maybe you know a certain Robin Twist?" The man laughed again. "My, my, he came to me almost every week! He was addicted. But, now he's dead, and he never paid me, so I took his son instead. It's as simple as that. Anyways, you have 24 hours to get my $100,000, or your Harry is a dead man, just like his father."

He hung up, and I dropped my phone in shock.

"Shit," I cursed. "How the fuck did this even happen? We have to get this to the police, we can't get him back ourselves, besides, we don't have the kind of money he's looking for. I screen-recorded everything, thank god."

Shawn stood up quickly, picking up my phone. "Louis, you're pregnant. Are you sure you want to come with us?"

"Yes!" I quickly stood up, hissing in pain. "I'm getting my Harry back."

So, I might have lied when I said there would be no drama... sorry?

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~A