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.

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4. Chapter Four

Harry's POV

"Not this time," Leah sighs, throwing another pregnancy test in the trash. I curse under my breath, not loud enough for her to hear. "I'm giving up. There is no way we are having a kid Harry. Besides, we aren't even married, and that's weird." She mumbles. I grin. "What, so you want to get married or something?" I ask. She laughs. But she never gives me an answer. I find that my que, and I need to get a ring. We are getting married. I'm going to make sure of it.

I walk downstairs into Lou's room, but the bed is unmade and he isn't there. It's weird, he always makes his bed. There is a pair of boxers on the floor, his suitcase overflowing in the corner, but he is still nowhere to be found. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a scream coming from upstairs. Leah.

I bolt, not knowing what I would find. Leah is standing, pressed against the fridge, duck tape over her mouth, frozen. The kitchen window is open, the screen ripped, big enough for a body to fit through, two, maybe. I can see her struggle to breath, sucking at the tape. I spring over to her, pulling the tape off of her mouth slowly. She yelps as I peel it off, although not meaning to hurt her, it seems like I did anyways. Her breathing is fast, not steadying. I place my hands on her shoulders. "Leah, Leah, what happened?!" I shout, shaking her. "Louis, he was, standing, right over there, and he took him," She says between breaths. "Who, Who took him?" I ask, desperate. She shakes her head, starting to cry. "I-I do-don't know!" She stutters, collapsing into my chest. I know who took him. Zayn.

I cover Leah up on the couch, lock the door and the rest of the windows and walk over to the boy's motel; a cute country motel a hop, skip and a jump away. They filled two rooms, the only two checked out I suppose. Not many come around these parts. Not many care to. But Zayn did, and now he's taken the most important thing to me. Oh, besides Leah, of course.

"Zayn Let me in!" I scream, pounding on the doors.  I am about to jiggle the doorknob until it breaks when Liam opens the door. He coughs in my face. "What do you want. Autographs are ten dollars. If you want it in sparkly pen, twenty." He scoffs. "Give me Louis!" I say, trying to shove past him. I can't. "He's in the room. Zayn. Bring Louis." He says.

Louis face is cut. His hair is shaved in different places. His eyes are black. His shirt cut. I scream when I see the state his left arm is in, the arm makes an L, part of the wrist bone protruding from the side. "Why did you do this?" I shout, taking Louis into my arms, using most of my strength to hold him up. I can tell he just wants to give up, well, that isn't happening. "I stopped because He did what I wanted. I did it for him, all he did was type in the password. But, it's done. So be it. Goodbye," Zayn says, shoving us both out the door so hard I almost drop Louis. Louis tries to speak, but his bottom lip is swollen and bleeding. "I quive the bond!" He says, trying to speak, but not doing a very good job. "I quive the bond!" He says again, louder. I can tell what he is saying, and thank God he said it. He regains his strength, and speaks perfectly the last time. I support his decision one hundred percent. "I quit the band!" Louis says again, as I help him back towards the house, his arm drooped, his leg dragging behind him. "I need a doctor," He whispers, and I nod. "I know you do Louis. But I doubt you'll make it that far,"

 

 

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