Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Twenty-Three

Louis

“Come to the empty warehouse at Harrington and Woodsworth. Alone. Wait for a call.”

“H-how o I know you h-have Harry?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“L-louis?” says a weak, defeated, but all-too-familiar voice.

Harry.

“L-louis, don't come. Louis, it's a trap! Lou-”

And then his voice is gone.

“Be there” the first voice says.

And then the call ends.

-

Callin

“I don't know, h-he just left” Liam says.

Paul glares at all of us, as if we're hiding Louis in our coats or something.

“Well, he's not in the hallway, or the toilets, and none of you lot know where he is.”

“He got a call” Niall says slowly.

“Who called him?” Paul asks.

He's worried; I can hear it in his voice.

“I-I don't know” Niall says. “He looked at the caller ID and then went to answer it. He's probably fine!”

Looking around the room, the others seem to agree with Niall.

Louis wouldn't just leave.

Zayn told me what happened last time, when he left to visit me in the hospital, before I was even awake. How everyone was so mad at him.

He wouldn't risk that again.

Not without a good reason.

But Paul's worried.

“I bet he went down to the cafeteria” Liam says. “Got hungry or something.”

“He would've used the elevator” Paul says. “But Jonas didn't see him.”

He has to be fine.

“He's only been gone for ten minutes” Liam says. “We . . . we have to calm down. He'll be right back.”

All of a sudden, I'm scared.

I'm scared he did have a good reason.