[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Do you know why you're here?" The man was looking at him straight in the eyes. "For Harry." He mumbled. "And where is Harry Styles?" Louis looked at the wall next to him, eyes going from one place to another as if he was figuring something out. "Mr. Tomlinson, where is Harry styles?" He repeated. Louis looked at him with a calm smile. "I can't tell you that."

[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] {𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈} 12 𝐀𝐌 "Hey darling. Tou're an hour late. Are you ok? Call me when you get this." 1 𝐀𝐌 "Lou I'm really worried. I called your friends they don't know where you are. Please call me back." 3 𝐀𝐌 "Louis Tomlinson where are you pick up your fucking phone." _ 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝑿𝒙