* Liam's POV
I sat on the driveway quietly crying into my hands. The guys all told me to come inside because it was cold, but I ignored them. I couldn't feel anything anymore. I looked up when someone wrapped a blanket around me. I looked up to see one of the officers from before.
"Thanks," I sniffled.
"Here. Call me if you think of anything else," she hands me a card. I grab it without looking.
Harry comes out and pulls me up. I stumble along beside him as he leads me into the house. He sits me down in front of the fire pit and hands me a hot chocolate. I sip it, thinking about what had happened in the past couple of hours. Alli was gone. I started crying all over again.
Niall came over and sat down next to, putting an arm around my shoulders. I looked over at him and managed a weak smile.
"Thanks, Nialler," I said halfheartedly.
"No problem. I'll be here if you need to talk. I nodded.
I started to realize just how cold my fingers were. They had turned sort of purple. I wrapped them tighter around the mug. I slowly got up and walked to the kitchen, shedding the blanket. I dumped the rest of the hot chocolate and made my way upstairs.
I was too exhausted to change so I just crawled under the covers with my day clothes on. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
"Liam hurry, we're gonna' be late!" Louis shook me vigoriously. I rolled over and stepped out bed yawning. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put fresh clothes on. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs to the guys.
We all hopped into Zayn's car and took off too the press conference. When we got there, it was already jam packed with people. Probably about 100-200 of them. We managed to find a parking space in the back and get into the building unoticed.
Fred met us in front of the doors to go outside. He looked unkept with a 5:00 shadow, bags under his eyes, and a lopsided suit. He sipped a coffee, eyes buzzing around the room. I think he's had too much caffeine.
"Hello guys," he said. His voice was jittery.
"Did you sleep last night?" Harry asked politely.
"No, I have good news, and bad news," he said frowning, gulping down the coffee like it's his job.
"What?" I asked, tense. We were all a little tense today.
"Well, it's about Alli," he said nervously, probably afraid we would pounce on him.
"WHAT?" we all practically yelled, stepping foward.
He retreated backward like a scared puppy, his eye bugging out. "The good news is, somebody spotted her and Mike," he couldn't continue though because he was bombarded by questions.
"Is she okay?"
"Did you catch him?"
"Is Alli here?"
"Is she safe?"
Fred took a few more stepes backward. "Woah, woah, calm down, let me finish. You guys are rabid," he said taking a swig of coffe,"She was spotted at and airport a few miles out of town with Mike. He tried to get onto a plane with her, but the attendants recognized him from the sketch we passed out. They called security but he ran. Unfourtunatley, he got away with her. He has got to be pretty stupid though, going to a public place like an airport. He somehow got the gun through, but he didn't pull it out. We got out road blocks and he is definately within a mile of the airport and going nowere." After this he took a long gulp of coffe, smacking his lips.
The guys and I sat back, processing this. There was a good chance they'll find her now, right? I smiled to myself, maybe I'll have Alli back sooner rather than later.
"Okay, chop, chop," Fred said clapping his hands together, "Press conference time!"
We all shuffled outside and listened as a tall woman in a crisp black suit with a gun on her hip introduced herself and talked about the abduction. She went on to tell about the airport, the road blocks, if you see Alli or Mike call this number, blah, blah, blah. She showed a picture of both of them individually, then a picture taken by the airport security of them together.
This was a complete blow to me. I gasped and looked at the other guys, whose mouths were open in the same, shocked expression.
Alli had two black eyes, her cheeks were swollen, she had cuts running up and down her neck, and he hair was ripped out(Pobably by Mike) in a few places. There were big fat bruises on her arms and legs. She had a very, very swollen ankle. It looked bad. Her wrist was also twisted at an odd angle. Her face was stained with blood and tears.
I looked away, starting to hyperventilate, even if I do get Alli back, it may not be in one piece.