Missing You - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Bare)

Harry and Leah have moved to America, and the world seems to have forgotten about Harry and his fame. He's glad that they can live a normal life.... almost. Because when his best friend loses his sight.... they face a whole new set of problems.


8. Chapter Eight

Harry's POV

I jolt awake, eyes open, not knowing what just banged on my window. I know it happened. I wasn't hallucinating. Because right now, something like this seemed normal. Then, I could hear the front door knob jiggling back and forth, bang bang. Leah whimpers, and I know she is now awake. I cradle her in my arms. "Get downstairs into the basement, and Lock that door. Put the couch and a chair and whatever you can find in front of any exit or entrance. Go. now." I whisper in her ear. "What about Louis?" She asks, in a frantic state. "Get him out of bed." I tell her. "But he can't walk, he can barely see," She thinks of a million excuses, and I know she just wants to be with me. She is shaking. "Well he's got to go. Leah, please, Hurry!" I say, trying to ignore the front door jostling and the slight sound of footsteps outside my open window. Shoot, my window is open!

I push Leah off of the bed and proceed to lock all the windows in my area, and then I shove Leah towards Louis' room. "You have to do this, Leah." I tell her, and she nods, still shaking.

Leah's POV

"Louis," I say, shaking him. "Louis, please wake up!" I cry. He turns to me. "What Leah?" He murmurs. "Some one is outside we need to get you downstairs!" I exclaim. His eyes grow wide. "How?" He says, and he tries sitting up, and he can. "I, I need some light, I can't see, it's like 2 am!" Louis cries. "I know Louis, take my hand," I say, but he feels the air, searching for my hand. I sigh, and I put my arm around his shoulder and help him stand up. He trips over his own feet. "Don't even wait for me," he says.

I jump when a huge crash sounds downstairs. I hear Harry shout. But he told me to ignore everything and get downstairs. And by golly, are we close, but we aren't there yet. "Louis, we have to hurry!" I encourage, but he just stops walking. "It hurts, so bad," He says. "What does, your legs?" I ask. "No, that I'm going to be the one to get your all killed," He says, looking at his feet. "No, Louis. Not if we go now! Please, Hurry!" I say, pulling him, but he almost falls. "Don't help me! I can do it!" He shouts, but I just stop. I know he can't do it. And I think he just gave us away.

I walk into the basement, leaving Louis to do it on his own. He said he could, but I know he couldn't when I hear him drop. He whimpers. "I told you I can do it!" When he tries to stand up and I help him. He sits down, and goes stair by stair, and finally collapses onto the couch. "Why was that so hard for you, Louis?" I ask. "My eyes are burning," He says, rubbing them. I switch on the light, and lock the doors and windows. I hear a bang on the door. "Come out, or curly hair gets it." A menacing voice growls. "What do you want?" I scream. "Louis." The voice shouts, banging on the door. "Well, you aren't getting him!" I scream through terrified tears. "We'll see about that."


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