Daddy Unknown

Chapter 38

"I'm sorry," she sniffed. "I just.. I never thought anyone would get a tattoo in honor of me. A beautiful tattoo, at that. It really is breathtaking, Harry. Thank you."

Moira found herself leaning down towards his face. Her eyes couldn't seem to look away from his entrancing gaze. There seemed to be some kind of electric chemistry between them right then; stronger than ever before, like they literally attracted.

Their lips touched just barely, in the softest of ways, making her heart flip viciously in her chest as she sank into his embrace. She felt him grinning against her as he pulled away just a bit and murmured, "You're welcome, baby."

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A week later, Moira had just brought their sleepy son to bed for his afternoon nap, and was drinking some water from the tap, when the phone rang. She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and drifted around the corner, through the dining area and into the living room.

"Moira King speaking."

"Moira, is Haz there? Is he home?"

She recognized the voice to be Finn's, it sounded frantic and hurried-the complete opposite of calm. She could instantly sense something was amiss, if not by his tone of voice, then by his questions. Causing her to tense up and hold her breath, an uneasy feeling slowly settling inside the pit of her stomach.

"I thought he was supposed to be with you guys, in LA??" She was panicking now. Harry liked being on his own, and tended to disappear for hours on end -usually in his music room or Central Park or some other random place-- but never without letting her or the boys know he was ok. Or at least telling them when he'd be back.

Finn sighed, rushing out his words as if he refused to believe them. "He quit the band two days ago and left without any further explanation. We can't get a hold of him, he switched his personal phone off and left the other in the studio."

"What?"

Nobody had heard from him in 48 hours. Including her. He'd sent a brief text to inform her they'd made a safe landing in LAX but besides that, nothing. At first she'd found his lack of phone calls odd, since he'd promised to ring her whenever he had the time. Not wanting to push her luck and act like the typical, clingy girlfriend, she'd brushed it aside, assuming he was either too busy or too tired.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, terror seizing her body. Petrifying thoughts spurting within her, the worst coming to mind.

"We reported him missing after 8 hours, but the police doesn't have many clues to work with. He might have taken the jet back to New York City, but there's also a possibility he's still in LA. And they can't consult the news because once word gets out that Harraël Stones has gone missing, all hell will break loose. And we'll get even more negative publicity than we're already getting now."

Too busy concentrating on the fact Harry was missing, she hadn't heard half of what he'd said. And pretty soon, she was breathing heavily and desperately trying to stop herself from hyperventilating. This wasn't happening. This could not be happening. Just when she thought her happily ever after was near. One could say she was overreacting. Yet, all Moira felt was pure and utter panic.

Not again.

Please, not again.

Not having her dad, Cooper or Derek in her life, she could handle. But not Harry. It was too soon and she loved him too much.

"Why the fuck didn't you call me mmm.. I don't know.. two days ago!?"

"We-" he sighed again. "We didn't want you to panic."

"Are you saying I'm not fucking panicking now?" she spit panicky, clearly panicked.

"Moira..."

Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to calm and mentally count to ten. Placing a hand over her heart, she felt the thumping as she tried to level her breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut until she felt ready to talk again.

Attempting to rationalise the situation, she said, "Look Finn, I'm sorry for raising my voice, I'm worried and it's making me act like a bitch again. Excuse my rude behaviour for now and let's focus. Did anything happen beforehand? Anything that may have been the reason Harry left, I mean?"

Finn cleared his throat. "Uhh, pictures of Haz and Ollie were published. Everyone put two and two together and they were.. well.. they flipped. Especially the fans, calling Haz a liar and whatnot. Management demanded he deny Ollie's existence in the interview tomorrow and it set him off. He basically flipped the bird, announced he was quitting and stormed out of the studio. That's the last time we saw him."

"Didn't you chase after him?" Moira ran a nervous hand through her hair, deciding to ignore the part about people publishing pictures of their son. Again. And not to forget how proud she felt of Harry for recognizing himself as Ollie's father, and standing up for their son. Bones was important to him, but his family more important. This only proved that.

"We tried!" he assured her. "But he.. he was too fast. We couldn't catch up. Not even the paps could keep up with him."

She ran another hand through her mess of blonde locks, and in that moment, she realized her hair was just as tangled as her heart was.

Throughout her conversation with Finn, she'd been nervously pacing from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the dining area, from the dining area to the hallway where she currently stood, listening to the distant sound of voices vastly approaching outside the apartment. She tensed when the voices were followed by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Hold on, Finn. Someone's at the door. I'll call you back later, alright?" Before he could reply, she'd pressed 'end call'.

Nobody was ever at the door -not anyone unfamiliar anyway-- hence why she'd immediately hung up. Each of the building's residents had a list of people who could go up in the elevator without a questioning from the concierge, Miles. And seeing as Moira and Harry's list was rather short, there were only selected options of who could be at the door.

Without looking in the peep hole, she eagerly pulled it open -with not even an ounce of caution.

"Lizzy," she sighed Harry's sister's name as she came into view, not knowing if she welcomed her presence with relief or disappointment. "What are you-"

That's when she noticed her dishevelled appearance; her swollen, red eyes and the dried tears staining her cheeks, her lip quivering slightly. The sight filled her with dread, made her blood run ice cold.

"Hey sweetie," Lizzy smiled half-heartedly, attempting to sound normal and failing miserably. "You might want to call your mom to ask if she can babysit Ollie."

The prospect of the unknown terrified her, and she felt an immense amount of fear mixed with suspicion. Almost too afraid to utter the words, she asked, "Why.."

"Because Harraël is in the hospital and he needs you."

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