Liam ran his hands over his shaved head in frustration. Harry has called him in the middle of the night again to help him out again. Only this time it was more serious. Liam fishes his phone out of his back pocket and dials Zayn's number, figuring he'd need the most time to get ready, as he reached for his car keys.
He explains what was going on and if he'd help with the search. After hanging up with a very irritated Zayn, who agreed in the end, he calls the others and re-explains everything three more times. Unlike Zayn, they offer to help without much pleading or coaxing.
They all agreed to meet at The Corner Cafe, except Paul. He was too worried and yelled at Liam through the phone until he told him what he already knew, so he could start searching as soon as he can.
There weren't as many cars out at the time, but enough traffic to have to drive slower than Liam would've liked. He pulls up in an empty spot next to the small shop and turns off his car. He is surprised it was still open. He hears the small bells above the door jingle when he walks inside. He spots Louis seated in a booth near the back, even though almost no one was in there. He quickly makes his way over, swerving among the tables.
"Any news?" Louis asks as soon as Liam was in quiet talking range. Liam shakes his head nervously. Louis pushes a mug of steaming coffee towards him. Liam gratefully accepts it, taking a big gulp. He feels the hot liquid go down his throat and disappear among his body heat.
They sit there noiselessly until they hear the tiny bell a few minutes later. Niall has made it there next. He sits down next to Liam and Louis hands Niall his cup. "Have you heard anything?" Niall asks them both.
"No."
Again they sat in silence, each with their own thoughts, as they wait for Zayn. It wasn't long until the bells announce Zayn's arrival. He walks in looking the best out of all of them. While Louis, Niall, and Liam just hurriedly changed and drove down here, Zayn obviously took a little more time to get ready. He swaggers forward (like Draco) and seats himself next to Louis.
Louis turns to him and asks, "What took you so long?" Zayn just shrugs. Louis hands Zayn his cup and they all took a long drink from their own.
"So, what's the plan?" Niall asks, looking around at everybody.
"Well I thought," Liam pauses to take a drink. "That we should all get back in our cars and drive around and hope we stumble across them."
The other three nod. "Also, Harry mentioned that they are in a dodgy part of the city." None of them seem to be paying attention, but he continues on. "I'll go search north. Louis, you try west, Niall east, and Zayn south." As one, they stand up from the table and left in their cars.
Harry is walking back to the decaying couch where Lauren lay. He guesses he was roughly half way back when he sees car lights coming from behind him. He looks over his shoulder, but he is forced to squint due to the bright headlights.
The car slows down as it approaches Harry, its window rolled down. It pulls up right next to him, slowing down enough to be going at a walking pace. Harry could see the long blonde hair of one of the girls that attacked them. "Hey, pretty boy," she says in a seductive voice, but he could hear the hatred in it.
"What do you want?" Harry spits at them.
"Oh, I don't know. Revenge," she grins evilly at that last word. Harry, slightly confused, glances around to see if he could get help before he finds out what their revenge is. He looks back at the car to find Black Beauty standing next to him with a wooden baseball bat.
Before he could react, she swings it at him. It lands a hard blow to his left side, which is sure to bruise. He yells in pain and rubs it with his arm. She swings again and it lands on his exposed other side. Harry suddenly remembers his boxing skills and is able to dodge the bat a few times. He begins to avoid more and more hits.
Blondie was getting frustrated and impatient. She steps out of the car and with her purse she whacks him from behind. Surprised, Harry turns around to face her. Black Beauty swing the bat at his exposed back, but instead of hitting his back, he had unexpectedly ducked, causing Harry to fall to the ground unconscious, a small dark spot spreading from a spot on his head.
The two girls stand there, shocked about what they have done. They realize that they had assaulted and knocked him unconscious. The boy they idolize and stalk 24/7. The boy they have covering their walls with many posters that they kiss and talk to.
Appalled, they back away from him, not taking their eyes off the body. At once, both girls get into the car as quick as they can. "Should we call an ambulance?" Blondie asks clearly worried.
Black Beauty responds just as worried, "No. I don't want to go to jail." Blondie wasn't satisfied.
"Can we just do something then?"
Black Beauty slowly nods. She reaches behind her and grabs a neon orange T-shirt that she never bothered to put away. She steps out of the car and crouches down next to Harry's head so she could tie it around the wound. Making sure it was tight; she gets back in the car. "Okay, let's go now. We'll know how he is tomorrow. This will be all the press is going to talk about for a while." And they drive off, disappearing into the cold night.
Zayn is practically half dead and driving. He knows that he shouldn't be driving, but he wants to find Harry as soon as possible so they would know he's okay then he could go back to sleep.
He turns the corner to go down a different road. The buildings were dark and unfriendly, which set Zayn on edge. He is ready to hightail it out of there as soon as he can. His eyes scour the street searching for a tall curly-haired person. He didn't quite know what Lauren looks like so he could only look for Harry. He has the radio on and was quietly listening to a late night station playing Kesha.
As the song was ending a car rushes past. He wonders why they were in such a hurry. He keeps driving, turning every so often. Around an hour had gone by since they had begun searching. They occasionally text each other for any information someone might have, but so far nothing's happened. Zayn was about to call it a night when he spots a lump lying on the sidewalk. And the lump looked human.
Wide-awake now, he drives carefully towards the person. He had a bad feeling when he first saw them, and it grew worse as he was able to see the hair, and the clothes.
He pulls over several feet from the person and gets out, slowly walking towards them. He gasps in disbelief when he got close enough to know who it is without a doubt. He starts crying. He picks him up in his arms and carefully lays him down in the back seats of his car. He takes out his phone and got directions to the nearest hospital.
He then takes off; going faster than what was legal. He slows down once he got to a more populated and nicer part of the city. Zayn was still crying but now he was slightly sweating too. He got worse and worse the longer time passed so when he got to the hospital, he was close to full out panicking. He carries Harry into the emergency room and quickly got nurses and soon Harry was being rolled away on a stretcher, out of sight.
Zayn sits down in a chair. It takes him a moment to recover and remember to call the boys. He pulls out his phone and informs every one of Harry's condition and where to go. He wipes his face with the back of his sleeve, to keep up his "bad boy" image, even though he was freaking out on the inside. A nurse hands him a form to fill out. Once he finishes he gives it back to her. Within 20 minutes everyone is there. They ask Zayn to tell them how he found Harry.
They wait in silence for what seems like many hours. Eventually a doctor comes out. All at once everybody swarms him, wanting to know if Harry is okay.
"I'll tell you if you all please take a step back." They complied. "Thank you. Mr. Styles got hit pretty badly in the head. Do any of you know with what?" They all shake their heads and some mumble "no." The doctor continues. "Mr. Styles is alive but not awake quite yet. If you wish you may visit him in room 368."
Everybody rushes to the room. Harry is lying still except his chest, which moves up and down as he breathes. His curls spread out in a circle around head. They couldn't see the bandage, which Harry was laying on. Louis goes over next to Harry and yells, "HARRY, WAKE UP!" His eyelids twitch but nothing more happens. Louis groans, "I thought that'll work." He sits down in one of the chairs against the walls.
Niall yawns. He looks at his watch to discover that it was 3:41 AM. "Whoa, it's almost four. I'm gonna go. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep at any given moment. So, night, guys!" And with that he leaves. The other boys leave soon after, all agreeing that they were exhausted. The nurses promise to call them as soon as he wakes up as they exit the hospital.