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[Liam]
Liam and the boys looked everywhere in case he'd put his phone somewhere. But it was to no avail, the phone was not in the room. Harry walked out of the bathroom and shook his head. "Maybe Zayn has it."
A spark of hope ignited inside of Liam and he remembered unlocking his phone on the plane.
"But he doesn't know the password, what use is it to him?" Niall said and leaned back against the wall. The clock was ticking and time was running out.
We can't leave without him, Liam thought. "I turned off the password on the way here. I let him play on it."
"Call it," Harry said, eyes widening. He fiddled with his phone and pulled it out of his pockets.
"He knows how to answer a phone, if there's an adult near him then we can find out where he is," Louis said, biting on his lower lip. His voice sounded nervous and Liam wondered if they were all thinking of the worst case scenarios.
Harry called Liam, pressing the phone tightly to his ear. Liam clasped his hands tightly, looking at the boy's face for any reaction. Only disappointment.
"Nobody's picking up." Harry called him again.
"That's it, we're using up time," Niall said. "Harry can keep calling him, but I'm heading down to check one more time."
Liam nodded to Harry. "Stay here, in case he comes back." His heart twisted and Louis spoke his thoughts out loud, "He can't come back, he doesn't know the way."
Liam walked down the hallway moodily and ended up sitting on the couch. He ran a hand over Ziam, wishing he could track Zayn with it. He'd dropped his things on this floor. Then he had to be here. He couldn't have taken the elevator by himself, nor could he have gotten into someone's room and stayed there all night. It wasn't likely for him to have gone out either because then the receptionists should have seen him.
"Where are you?" Liam wondered out loud. He checked his watch and stood up. They were going to be late if they didn't find him in the next ten minutes. Liam walked down the other hallway, where at the end there was a balcony. He hadn't checked there so he supposed he could do that as well, though it wasn't very likely he was out.
Liam's stomach churned with worry and he jumped when he heard a phone ring from one of the rooms. He continued walking and checked the balcony. It was bright but cold outside and the parking lot was clear from here. Liam peeked over the railing, his socketed feet getting colder by the minute. Frustration passed over him and he felt the urge to throw one of the chairs overboard.
He walked back inside and closed the door. Leaning back against the wall, he ran a hand through his hair. He was dressed in the shirt he'd slept in and his hair was a mess. Zayn was nowhere to be found and Pete was probably hurrying Mike and Preston to bring them here.
Harry ran over to him, looking the same, as if he was ready to either break down or hit a man. "Nobody's picking up I've been trying for so long. Did you have a a lot of battery?"
Liam tried to recall. "Around 50%, I'd say."
"We can track your phone to find Zayn," Harry said, chewing on his bottom lip. He looked down at the floor. "We'll be late and it won't be a good impression. Simon's already trying his best to bring the thunder. Mike's staying here and he'll continue the search for Zayn. If he doesn't find him by the end of the show, we call the police." Harry swallowed and gauged his reaction.
Liam sighed and nodded. He knew they had no choice. Trying to ignore the worried feeling eating away in his stomach, he took a deep breath. "Let's go get changed then."
As they headed back to the elevator where Zayn's things were, Harry sighed and called Liam's phone another time. Just then, a phone went off in one of the rooms, freezing both boys.
"It'a probably a coinc-"
"-idence," Harry finished. He looked down at his phone and pressed end. He then called again. The ringing sound from one of the rooms disappeared before appearing seconds later.
Liam's jaw dropped and he grabbed Harry's phone, moving towards the room the phone seemed to ring from. He turned off the call again and waited a few seconds to check whether the other phone rang. It didn't.
He exchanged hopeful looks with Harry and called his phone again. They waited seconds, holding their breaths, and then the phone in the room rang again. Liam's phone.
"What's it doing in someone's room?" Harry questioned. He rapped on the door.
"Maybe they're not at home," Liam said and tried to peek trough the hole. He knocked as well.
"I'll go ask the receptionist, you inform the others," Harry said and he bolted out the hallway. Liam shot a quick text to the group and knocked a few more times as he waited. His heart was racing because this was literally their last hope. If it turned out to only be Liam's phone in there, they would have to leave without Zayn.
"Why in the world is your phone in there?" Louis questioned as he and Niall hurried over to him, hopeful looks on their faces. Liam noticed how he didn't say Zayn, and realized they weren't that hopeful.
"Don't know, but the owners aren't here," he said and nodded down the hall. "Harry went to get a card key, let's hope the receptionists will give him. Or else we'll have to wait for the owners."
Harry arrived minutes later with a short man by his side. Or maybe he looked short with the long boy. Either way the man didn't look very pleased as he pulled out a card key. "Call your phone first."
"He needs proof," Harry explained and Liam called his phone again. As expected, the phone rang from inside. Louis and Niall's face lightened and the man walked forward with the card. He swiped it and opened the door. Liam was the first to push through the door and into the room. The phone kept ringing and he hurried inside, looking around. It was empty.
The room was occupied, that much was clear by the clothes on the bed. Liam listened closely, his phone was ringing from under the bed. He got down on his knees and a wave of relief crashed into him. Zayn was curled up on the floor, mouth open, and Liam's phone blared beside him. The boy didn't even flinch and Liam frowned in worry. Harry pulled Zayn out and Louis turned off the phone.
The boys looked at the sleeping boy, and for a moment Liam was worried he wasn't even sleeping. But then his chest rose and fell and he seemed to be breathing through his mouth. Liam sighed in relief for the hundredth time.
"Zayn," Harry said gently, shaking him awake. Zayn frowned and curled tighter into himself, mouth closing. "Ney," he mumbled and buried his face in Harry's chest.
"We don't have time, let's just take him with us," Louis said and stood up. He was already changed into fresh jeans and a sweater. "Liam and Harry, you go get changed."
Harry nodded and stood up, Zayn in his arms. He gave the small boy to Louis. Liam left a quick kiss to Zayn's forehead before hurrying back to their room.
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Zayn didn't wake up all the way, which was quite worrying, but Liam knew the boy had been up late last night. Thinking about the fact that he'd spent the whole night sleeping under the bed in someone else's room annoyed him. Zayn couldn't just go wherever he wanted. And how did he even end up there without anyone noticing?
"I wanna give him this big lecture, but then I look at him and I soften," Louis said, smiling down at Zayn. Liam knew what he meant. Zayn looked so innocent and little when he slept. They had changed him into pants and a sweater, pulled his jacket and beanie over him.
"Hope he doesn't freak out when he wakes up," Niall said and Preston opened the door for him.
"The place is swarming with fans, but we don't have time. Remember, right inside," Preston said quietly as the boys piled out.
The yelling enveloped them immediately. Liam smiled at a couple of girls before they were ushered backstage. Lou was there today and she greeted the boys with hugs. She looked down at Zayn and smiled. "Aww, he's grown so much."
Liam smiled at that, but when she looked at his hair, she shook her head. "You look like you were in a hurry, why is one side going to the left and one to the right?"
Liam groaned and put a hand on his head. "We've had a crazy morning, didn't have time."
Lou laughed and beckoned them to their room. "Come on, let's get you all ready in five."
They greeted Dylan Dreyer before he chuckled and ushered them to the rooms. "See you on stage, your fans have been waiting for hours. It's crazy."
Louis grinned as he placed Zayn on the couch inside. "How cool would it be if there were Zayn stans out there."
Liam shot him a funny loook as he sat down and Lou pulled up the gel and hairspray. Liam chuckled as he thought about it. "It's actually not that absurd if you think about it. Many people are Lou fans."
"Oh I've lost followers since Harry won't let me braid his hair," Lou joked, and Harry narrowed his eyes at her and pulled out a defensive move. "Don't even try. That braid itched like crazy."
The door opened slowly and a girl ran inside, her blonde hair in a ponytail.
"Harry!" she exclaimed.
"Lux!" Harry exclaimed equally dramatically back and Liam chuckled.
"We exist too!" Louis scolded, waving his arms in the air. Lux giggled and ran over to give him a hug. She spotted Zayn and gasped, pulling away. She poked the younger boy's arm. "Is he shleeping?"
"Yes and you're supposed to babysit him," Niall said, grinning at her. "Make sure he doesn't get in to trouble."
Lux grinned mischievously and Lou snorted. "She'll make sure to get him in trouble."
There was a knock on the door and the sound guy walked inside with their earplugs. "You're on in two."
Liam stood up and checked his hair. He hugged Lou. "You're a lifesaver."
"Guys," the sound guy smiled at them. "Two minutes."
"Don't worry, Zayn's safe here," Lou assured Niall since he was crouched over the sleeping boy. "Now go enjoy the posh life."
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Zayn, baby, you're in for a treat when you wake up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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