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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3. Chapter Three

Harry's POV

I hold Leah's hand as I walk her out of the house, still swarmed by Paps. The boys, no, the One Direction Band Members are staying in a hotel, a walks distance away from us. Louis is allowed over, but the rest, no. I walk her out to the car, she hops in the front seat next to me, and we drive to the hospital for her appointment.

The car ride is slow and boring, an hour and a half long. I try to talk to her, but she sits there, quite, almost not able to speak. Her eyes are now glued shut, and I notice she fell asleep. I laugh to myself. She startles awake after about five minutes, breathing quickly, and she sits up in her seat. "What is wrong?" I laugh. "Take me back," she says, almost whispering. "What?" "Take me back!" She screams, and I pull onto the side of the road, turning around. She is clutching her stomach, rocking back and forth in the chair. We are almost back home when I see blood in her chair. "What the..?" I say, clueless. Once we reach the house she gets out of the car before I have even stopped the vehicle. I hear a sob from the house as I am opening the door, and it's Leah. She walks out of the bathroom with sweatpants on and a different tshirt. "It's my period, Harry." She mumbles, and I don't quite get it at first.

Leah's POV

"It's my period Harry," I mumble, but he doesn't seem to get it at first. I can't believe it. Three tests, wrong. I'm not pregnant. "So, it came late, who cares?" He chuckles. Then his eyes grow wide and tears brim the surface of his eyes, but he tries to wipe them away, without success. "My Baby," He cries. "I don't have a baby," I say, my lips quivering. "We, we can try again, we, we can um you know," Harry stutters, trying to find words. I don't have any words. "Harry, it's alright, atleast we didn't have to go all the way to the doctors," I coo, obviously not as upset as he is. Then Zayn walks in the door. "So, not pregnant? Oh, that's too bad. Not anything I've ever experienced with my wife, of course," He says, sarcastically. "What, is it just your duty now to make sure I don't have a kid?" I ask, annoyed that he wouldn't even knock when walking into someone else's household. "Zayn, go away. I have no need for you in my life," Harry snaps, but I smack him in the chest. "Harry" I scold, only loud enough for him to hear. "Sorry," He mouths. Then Louis walks in, knocking slightly on the open door. Harry and I both walk up to him to hug him, but he avoids both of our hugs. "No," Louis says, emotionless, almost like a drone. "That's right Louis. We don't like them, do we?" Zayn says, laughing. I frown. "Um," Louis says, wanting to reach out to Harry in the worst way, I can tell, but then he stops himself. "Um, no. No we do not." He says, and then walks over to Zayn. "Louis, No!" Harry gasps, realizing he is giving him up for Zayn. Louis nods, with sad eyes. I run over to Louis and I hug him, hoping it will help him remember the friendship we have, but he doesn't do anything but walk over to the other side of Zayn. "You killed Zayn's baby. So I'm mad at you," He tells me, and Zayn nods. He is using Louis as a defense mechanism, and it hurts as bad as a machine gun. "Well, bye!" Louis says, walking out, followed by Zayn.

Harry and I leave Louis countless text and voice mails, but he never picks up. Finally Harry gets an answer from him. What I don't know is that he is right outside our door, banging on it. "Let me in," He breathes. Harry opens the door to let a soaking wet Louis in the house. I don't know why he is wet in his clothes, only it is mostly his head and it isn't raining. "He, dunked," He begins, breathing slowly. "My head under water, so, I couldn't, breath," He says. I gasp. "Zayn?!" I shout, shocked. He nods slowly, and then collapses on the couch. Harry gets him a drink and I cover him up. "It's because I wouldn't tweet about, what, you did," Louis says to me between drinks. "What a jerk," I scoff. "No, this time, it's not being a jerk. He is being a criminal, violent, you name it." Harry says, filling up Louis' water glass. "Can I please stay here?" Louis asks, shivering under the blanket. I nod. "Of course Lou. Where do you want to sleep?" I ask. "I don't care as long as you have a wii with FIFA," He laughs. I nod. "Right this way Mr.Tomlinson," I say, helping him of the couch. "I hope you enjoy your stay at the Styles Hotel."

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