Over Again (18+)

Camille's relationship with Harry was perfect until she was torn and cheated. Things got worse after Harry found out and troubles came over. Before everything has fixed, another troubles came again and broke hearts into pieces. Trust was broken, friendship was betrayed. Could Camille make everything straight and start this over again?

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14. Count On You

LEIGH'S POV

I peeked to Harry's room and tiptoed inside. No one was there. I sighed in relief and looked around the room. His room was in such a huge mess, clothes were everywhere. It seemed like just had stricken by a huge hurricane. I stepped to his bedroom, in hope that I could find something to help him. I needed to find his phone so I could contact somebody to help. I searched in the dresser, but it wasn't there. I looked up in his suitcase, but it wasn't there either. I walked to his bed, lifted the pillows and saw his iPhone there. I quickly grabbed it, unlocked the screen and scrolled through the contact list, considering who should I call. I didn't know who to call but then I stopped scrolling and my eyes stopped at a name. I know this might be risky, but I dialed the number and heard the call tone. I waited for the answer but nobody picked it up. I tried it over and over again.

 

LOUIS' POV

I really had unpalatable feeling about Harry. Even though we were like in a quarrel, we were so close and there was still a tight bond between us. I could sense something that happened to him. Last night I felt good feeling about him, but this time I felt he was in trouble or something. But I just hoped that I was wrong.

Suddenly I had an urge to go back home. I knew the lads would kill me, they were very furious to me, but I had to go home immediately. I spun the steering wheel and the vehicle turned around to the opposite direction. I drove back to the main road and headed to the house. Only a few blocks remained and while I was driving, my mind drifted to Camille. I wondered how was she out there, was she happy? What was she doing?

I missed her.

I was truly, madly, crazy deeply in love with her.

I shook my head. It was wrong. I didn't want to hurt Harry any longer, so I decided to bury all of my feelings to the deepest crease of my heart, locked it there and never let that feelings slop out.

Finally I reached home. I drove on the driveway and parked my car, then got out of the vehicle. I opened the door and entered the living room, nobody was there. My eyes noticed a broken glass table and a little bit of blood stain. I sighed and walked upstairs.

 

ZAYN'S POV

Harry left, Louis left. We were so perplexed. I never thought it would end up like this. Everyone started to think that this band would be ruinous and they gave up, seemed like they didn't care.

Crap.

I sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at Perrie who was lying down on the bed, playing with her phone. Her face looked wistful, just like me, but she was still looked gorgeous. Just like me too.

I stood up and stretched my muscles. Perrie just threw a glance at me then went back to her phone. Everyone didn't care about this band anymore. Well, everyone but me. I'd do anything to keep this band, no matter what would happen I'd save One Direction. This was not over yet. No matter how unbearable the trouble was, I'd guarantee that One Direction would keep on going, and everything would work out.

Suddenly I heard a familiar tone.

"Whenever I close my eyes I picture you there

I'm looking put at the crowd, you're everywhere

I'm watching you from the stage, yeah

Your smile is on every face now

But every time you wake up you're hearing me say

Goodbye.."

It was Back For You, vaguely. Then the song stopped.

A few moment later I heard the tone again, then stopped after a minute. A couple of minute later I heard it again. I sharpened my ears to find out where was the source of the sound, and walked out. It was from Louis' room next door. And it was his ringtone. Someone dialed him.

I entered his room and found his phone on the bed and grabbed it to see who it was from. At first I thought it was from the lads or management, but then my heart fluttered, beat out of time after I saw who was the call from.

Harry.

I quickly tapped 'answer' with shaking hand. My heart raced and I felt a huge joy inside me, I wanted to jump out of happiness.

"Harry!" I yelled. There was silence for seconds.

"Harry?" I lowered my voice a little bit.

"Um.. Sorry, this is not Harry," said the voice across the phone. It was a strange girl's voice, I couldn't even recognize the voice. I felt my whole body turned weak. I sat on the bed, I lost it again.

"Who is this?" I asked, my voice sounded harsh.

"I- I'm Leigh. Can I talk to Louis? I have to tell him something important," she replied.

"He's not here. He left this morning, without his phone. Who are you? And what are you doing with Harry's phone? Where's Harry?" I spatted. What the fuck was going on there? Why this girl called Louis, with his phone?

"Please, I know what I'm doing. I have to talk to Louis. Can you sent a message to him?" she pleaded. "This is urgent."

"I don't get it." I said.

"Please tell Louis to call Harry's phone and talk to me."

Then I heard a sound of a door knob and watched Louis entered the room.

"Louis!" I yelled. "Where have you been? We're all worrying about you. You turkey!"

"Sorry, Zayn."

"Well there's a call for you," I said and handed him his phone. He took a look at the screen and his eyes got widened.

"It's not Harry," I said. The spark in his eyes disappeared and he put his phone close to his ears.

"Yes?" he said. "Yep, that's me." He rolled his eyes and walked to the balcony. "What?" he suddenly yelled and his face turned so pale. I could see his hand shaking and tears hung on the edge of his eyes. What the fuck was going on?

 

LOUIS' POV

"Harry is kidnapped."

Leigh's voice echoed in my mind, shoving through the auditory neuron inside my central nervous, sending the impulse to the temporal lobe of my brain and the motor neuron delivered the impulse to lachrymal gland in the corner of my eyes. Tears started to stream down my face, leaving tear marks on my cheek.

"Ho-" I gulped my own words. "How? I-"

She explained what happened that morning and told me what to do. I walked out of my room, still holding my phone, and grabbed my key then got in my car again.

"Wait, are you leaving again? What's going on, Louis?" Zayn asked. I shook my head.

"Believe me. This time I know my direction."

He sighed. "Well, I put all of my trust on you," he said and patted my shoulder.

"Thanks, mate," I smiled and started the ignition, and drove away again. This time I knew what I was doing.

 

LEIGH'S POV

"And this is the police number of the kidnappers' van," I said and handed him a piece of paper. He stared at it and tried to remember the police number.

"Thanks, Leigh."

I nodded and sat on the couch. We were at my room.

"Did you call the police?" he asked. I shook my head and sighed.

"Should we?" I asked.

"If we call, I'm afraid the news about this will be spread and everyone will know."

"I know."

"How can we find the kidnappers just by their police number?" Suddenly I remembered someone.

"Wait, I know somebody who can help us," I said. "I know a friend of my dad, he's a LVPD agent. He's so expert in his job and he can lack someone just by small clues."

He sighed. "LVPD."

"Why? What's wrong with LVPD?" I asked.

"Don't you now that LVPD's region is only in Vegas?"

"But he's in London now, he's off duty and now having a vacation," I said. "He's a very nice guy. He and my dad are so close, they have been best friends since high school. He can help us."

"Ah, okay. Just tell him not to spill anything about this case," he agreed.

"Okay."

"Anyway, who is he? What's his name?" asked Louis.

"People call him Agent Patrick Sebastian. But I call him Uncle Pat," I answered.

"Seems professional. Let's contact him."

I grabbed my phone and dialed Uncle Pat.

 

NIALL'S POV

I felt so hungry after a massive sobs. I got out of my room and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed some chips and heard some noise outside the house. I walked towards the front door and saw Zayn, waved at a car. Wait, it was Louis' car. The car was getting smaller and gone in the corner of the driveway. Zayn walked back to the house and sighed.

"Wait, was that Lou?" I asked. He nodded.

"He came back?" I asked again.

"Yep."

"And he's gone again?"

"Um, I don't know. But this time I know he's doing the right thing."

"I don't understand," I munched. "That son of a bitch," I hissed. "He'll do stupid shits."

"I don't think so."

"Why? He's the source of the trouble!" I lost my patience. Why did Zayn was still defended Louis?

"He got a call, from a girl named Leigh. But she called from Harry's phone. They talked for a couple of minutes then he left. I had no idea about that," he explained.

"Confusing," I commented. Zayn just raised his shoulder and walked upstairs.

"Wait, how about the interview?" I asked.

"I don't know, hopefully Louis will come back with Harry."

I hope so. I'm counting on you, Louis.

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