Sharyn28

Hey there! I just read- When the Wives Are Away- and omg that was awesome!!! You've got damn skills!!!! I loveeedddd it! I hope ur good! <333

https://www.wattpad.com/story/389115087?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=onedirectionttt

hey sweets! it's jules! it's been a while, how are you!!<3

Totally understandable. It’s a truly devastating tragedy. Please take care 

Hello everyone.
          
          At this present time I have taken a step back from writing. I currently have 2 wips going. One on here and one for the 1Dangstfest on twitter. However Liam is in both stories and i'm struggling to write about him. It's too raw and hard at the moment, especially when my prompt for the fest story involves suicide. 
          
          I am not sure when I will resume but hopefullly it wont be too long. I am so sorry, but my heart is truly broken.   
          
          I hope you understand. 
          
          

Hey love! Hope u are doing fine!
          Maybe can i translate ur fanfic ‘when the wives are away’ WITH GIVE U ALL THE CREDITS OFC!!

Missing: The boy who disappeared
          
          I cannot believe it has taken 9 months but its finally finished with 9.5k reads! That is so amazing to me. Thank you to each and every one of you for giving my story a chance and sticking through until the end. I really appreciate all the votes and comments. You guys are all awesome. Thank you for reading my silly little stories. Now....who's ready for a sneak peak of the next fic? Anyone? 

***Sneak peak*** 
          THE FINAL CHAPTER - 24
          Missing: The boy who disappeared
          
          "Saxon, Delilah! " Louis called out, slightly displeased. "Someone come and feed this cat!" 
          
          He continued packing away the bowls, but Dusty was relentless, circling his ankles and meowing even louder. Louis sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked down at the cat’s pleading face.
          
          "Alright, alright." he muttered, bending down to stroke Dusty’s soft fur. "But don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone."
          
          He walked over to the cupboard where they kept the cat supplies, grabbing a sachet of wet food. As he tore it open and started to pour it into Dusty’s bowl, Saxon appeared beside him, wide-eyed and curious.
          
          "Did you call—oooh." Saxon’s eyes lit up as he saw what Louis was doing. 
          
          "Haarrrryyy!" he yelled, turning on his heel and racing towards the living room. "Guess who is feeding the cat!"
          
          Louis groaned, straightening up and watching Saxon’s retreating figure. "Well, someone had to, didn’t they, mate?" he grumbled, giving Dusty a final pat as the cat eagerly began to eat.
          
          Dusty’s loud purring filled the kitchen as Louis shook his head with a chuckle. Just as he was about to return to the dishes, Harry appeared in the doorway, a bemused expression on his face.
          
          "Did I just hear that correctly?" Harry asked, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. "You fed the cat? I knew it."
          
          Louis threw him a mock glare. "I didn’t see you or the kids rushing to do it, did I?" he retorted, but his tone was light-hearted.
          
          Harry laughed, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around him. "You’re a softie, you know that?"
          
          Louis leaned into Harry’s embrace.
          
          "Don’t let that get around." Louis said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I’ve got a reputation to maintain, you know."
          
          

Chapter 23 MISSING: The boy who disappeared
          ** SNEAK PEAK **
          Its ready. Just needs editing.
          
          Just as he settled into his hiding place, he heard Delilah’s small feet padding up the stairs. Her voice, a mix of determination and playfulness, floated up to him. 
          
          “Where are you, Sax-o?”
          
          Delilah’s search began methodically, her little face scrunched up in concentration as she checked every corner of the upstairs rooms. When she couldn’t find him, her playful tone shifted to one of concern. Her steps became slower, more hesitant, as she entered Saxon’s room and began to look around.
          
          “Saxon? Please, Saxon, I give up. Come out now, please.” she cried, her voice trembling slightly as she wiped her little tearful cheeks. Her tiny hands clutched at her dress, her big eyes scanning the room with growing worry.
          
          Hearing Delilah's heart-wrenching whimpers, it was fortunate that Louis was in the nearby bedroom. He rushed to her side, dropping to his knees to meet her eye level.
          
          "Baby, what's the matter?" he asked gently, wiping away her tears.
          
          Delilah sniffled, waiting for Louis to finish before speaking. 
          
          "Saxon is gone, Daddy."
           

Chapter 22- Making Peace?
          ** SNEAK PEAK** 
          "Missing: The boy who disappeared."
          
          NEW CHAPTER IS NOW READY, JUST NEED TO EDIT :) 
          
          ☆☆☆ 
          
          “Oh my God, it is you! I thought I knew that voice. Wait, who are these people?” The man asked, making Saxon look back at Louis, who was now running towards him. Louis reached out and grabbed Saxon’s hand, pulling him back fast and with force.
          
          “Don’t touch him!” Louis’ voice was firm, his eyes blazing with protectiveness.
          
          Saxon tried to pull free, his voice filled with frustration and confusion. “Let go. He won’t hurt me.”
          
          But Louis tightened his hold, his eyes never leaving the stranger. “I can’t let you go.” he said, his voice softer but filled with determination. “I need to make sure you’re safe.”
          
          The stranger, a man with familiar eyes, especially to Harry, took a hesitant step forward, looking between Saxon and Louis. 
          
          “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just... I didn’t expect to see you here. Where is your dad?”
          
          Louis’ grip on Saxon’s hand remained firm, his body tense as he shielded him. 
          
          “No, you don't get to ask questions. Who are you?” Harry demanded, his voice low and wary.
          
          Saxon looked up at Louis, his eyes pleading. “Please, Louis. Let me talk to him, just for a moment, he is my uncle.”
          
          The man sighed, his shoulders slumping. 
          “My name is Luke, Luke Hemmings. I’m not here to cause any harm.”