Louis
I have to go back and find it.
If I don't find my mobile, I can't get the call.
So eventually, I stand, wipe my eyes.
And head back to the place where the crowd found me.
Wishing I could believe in miracles.
-
Callin
“I know where to go” Niall says. “Let's tell Paul-”
“No” I say, interrupting him. “We can't. We don't know why Louis left. What if telling security gets Harry-someone killed? I understand it you don't want to come, but I'm going after Louis.”
“I'm going too” Niall says. “I can't just let Louis . . . come on.”
He stands up.
And he winces.
He tries to hide it, but I can tell.
His stomach still hurts.
“Niall . . .” I say.
“No” he replies. “I'll get shot for Louis as many times as it takes.”
And I fully agree with him.
-
Niall
We slip out the front door of the hotel room.
It's crazy, how easy it is.
We can just walk right out.
There are guards at both ends of the hallway, but a rock through the window distracts them well enough to get us out.
And then we slip out of the hotel.
My hood is up, sunglasses on.
I'm not going to get us caught.
-
Louis
I can't believe I lost it.
And I'm still thinking that when I turn onto the wrong street, and have to backtrack.
This is hopeless.
I'll never find it.
But I have to rescue Harry!
-
Callin
We get to the place where we saw Louis, in the picture.
There's the normal London crowd there, nobody out of place. Rushing around, busy in their own lives.
No Louis.
“This is stupid” I mumble, standing off to the side of the rush of people, still frantically scanning the crowd for Louis. But he's not here. “Why did I think he'd still be here?”
Niall's lip is quivering a little, and if I took off his sunglasses, I think I'd find the beginnings of angry tears.
“Damn” he says softly, his voice drowning in the traffic, and people, and city noises.
I take a step towards him, to comfort him, I guess, but I step on something.
I look down.
A mobile phone.
I reach down, and grab it.
Scroll through the contacts.
“Niall, this is Louis'” I say. “Louis' mobile.”
-
Niall
I take the mobile from Callin.
“Who called?” I wonder aloud, heading to the phone's history.
And then I see why Louis left so quickly.
Why he didn't tell anyone.
Harry Styles called him.
-
Louis
I finally find the street where I was before.
I keep my eyes on the ground, looking desperately for my mobile.
And then I bump into someone.
I look up.
Niall.
-
Niall
“Louis?” I say weakly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks me.
“We could ask you the same thing!” Callin says angrily. “Why did you leave?”
He doesn't answer her.
His eyes are fixed on his mobile, in my hand.
“Was it really Harry?” I ask him.
And he slowly shakes his head.
No.
-
Callin
“Somebody kidnapped Harry” Louis says. “He called me. Gave me proof that Harry's okay. He told me to go to this abandoned warehouse and wait for a call.”
He looks terrified.
And his eyes are red and watery.
“I lost my mobile here” he says. “I need it to get the call.”
And then the mobile rings in Niall's hand.
-
Louis
I grab my mobile, before the others can even react.
“Hello?” I say into it.
“I'm disappointed in you, Louis” says the voice on the other end. “You lose your mobile? I saw you walk up, but you left.”
“I'm coming” I say, my mouth dry. “Ten minutes.”
“When you arrive, head inside” the voice says. “But because you were late . . . punishment is in order.”
And then I hear a scream, and then sobbing.
I recgonise it.
Harry.
“Don't hurt him!” I shout.
“Be here” the voice says.
Then the line goes dead.
-
Niall
I watch Louis' face carefully, as he listens to the phone call.
“I'm coming” he says. “Ten minutes.”
I open my mouth to say something, but Callin notices and shoves me lightly.
Her eyes are on Louis' pale face.
Suddenly, he goes even whiter.
“Don't hurt him!” he shouts.
And then he pulls the phone away from his ear.
“What's going on?” Callin asks.
Louis' eyes well up with tears, but he doesn't let them fall.
Then he turns on his heel and walks away.
-
Callin
Niall and I scramble to catch up with Louis.
“Go home” he says, once I'm next to him.
“No” I say. “Not without you.”
“I'm dead, Callin” Louis says. “It's just a matter of time.”
“Tell the police” I say.
“They'll kill Harry” he replies.
“Tell Paul.”
“They'll kill Harry.”
“Louis. They'll kill you.”
“But they might let Harry go.”
“We can't let you do this” Niall says, breathing hard.
“You have to” Louis says.
“It's suicide” I reply.
“It's for Harry” Louis says. “It's worth it.”
I remember being in the hospital, that day I woke up. When that man came in, held a gun to my head. Louis didn't even know me, but he told the man to shoot him instead. I didn't even know him, but I remember the blind terror that I felt in that split second when I was sure Louis would die.
And I know he's not going to let Harry die for him.
“Let us help” I say, as we turn down a dark, empty alleyway.
“No” Louis says immediately. “Nobody else is going to die for me.”
“We can get Harry out” I say. “You can distract the men, and we'll make sure Harry's safe.”
I don't bring up what Louis said on the phone.
'Don't hurt him!'
He was talking about Harry.
Harry's hurt.
“Fine” Louis says. “But you need to promise me something.”
He stops walking abruptly, and turns around to both of us in the eye.
“Promise me you won't try to save me” he says. “And promise me you won't die.”
“I promise” Niall says.
“I promise” I echo, hiding my crossed fingers behind my back.
-
Niall
I can't believe I just lied to Louis.
But I can't let him off on this suicide mission.
Not without backup.
Not without us.
So we follow him down this abandoned alley.
But I notice Callin tagging behind Louis, so I slow down, too.
She has a plan.
-
Louis
I trust them to break their promise.
The first one, anyway.
They wouldn't be my friends if they didn't try.
But I'm ready.
Whatever they try, I'm not letting them into that warehouse with me.
-
Callin
Eventually, Louis stops walking.
“There” he says, with a nod towards an old, rundown warehouse.
“They said to go inside.”
“Well, let's go” Niall says.
He starts walking.
Louis tries to start after him.
But I've got his arms locked behind his back.
He tries to take a step, and I pull him back.
And I'm not strong enough to hold him back, but by the time he pulls himself free, Niall's inside the warehouse.
The door's closed.
“How could you?” Louis whispers, his voice broken.
I'm about to answer.
And then, from inside the building, we hear a noise.
A familiar noise.
A gunshot.
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A/N: Hello
Well.
That was . . . um . . . interesting?
Who else is terrified?
So do you guys think it's arrogant to cry at your own stories? I think it's understandalbe, because the characters are more real to you then anyone else, and when one of them dies, it HURTS.
My brother said that it's arrogant, and as someone who has . . . *ah-hem* . . . yeah. What do you think?
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