I don't think twice before I stab my phone into my purse and run out the door. My fingers fumble with the car keys, my foot slamming down on the gas as my car goes flying down the street. Noah. Oh Noah.
My eyes widen. "No," I mouth, but Isaac throws me aside. He heads for the motel. I'm useless. I trudge back to my own house.
Noah coughs, and he throws up into a blue bucket I put beside his bed. Liam and Niall stroke his arms and attempt to calm him down. They love him so much.
Noah's face is green. It's been an hour since I called Leah. She better be home soon.
Leah flies in the door. "Noah! Noah baby, are you alright?" She screams, not caring to kick off her high heels but keeping them on, knowing she doesn't have the time. She checks his forehead, his temperature is crazy hot. He throws up again.
Leah grabs the phone. "I'm calling 911," she breaths, dialing. The operator picks up. "Yes, yes, hello, my son is throwing up, his face is green, he can't stop coughing, his eyes are drooping, I need an ambulance quick," She yells into the phone. I faintly hear the operator answer. She puts the phone to her chest. "What happened before this?" She whispers. I shrug. "Noah was playing in his room, alone, and then we gave him a plate of cookies, we set it right there. We came back, he ate them all, that's it," I say. Leah repeats it to the officer.
I see flashing lights coming down the road and stopping at the motel. My heart stops. He didn't do something already, did he? Who was it? My mind is racing. People move in and out of the house, and two people push a gurney into the back of the ambulance. The person on it is small. Very small.
All four of us cram into my car, Zayn driving. I am too shocked to focus on anything. My heart is beating so fast..... I think my chest is about to burst. I keep replaying the scene in my head: Noah. Throwing up. Crying. Coughing. What is wrong with him? He was just fine when I left? And the boys would never hurt him. They love him.
Louis needs to know about this but he is in his surgery. There is nothing that can be done.
I want Harry. I want his touch. I want his warmth. I miss him. He is the only person I want right now.
I call him.
"Harry?" I say into the phone as we pull into a parking spot and run into the hospital. I can barely hear him over the sound of doctors running into Noah's hospital room. "Harry, baby, please talk to me, I need you right now," I say, but I hear his breathing in the phone and nothing else. "I love you," He says, "But I need to stay right here. I need to make sure Isaac doesn't hurt anyone else," He tells me. "What?" I say, scared. "Isaac said he was going to kill all of you. I think he might have done something to Noah... I saw you guys going to the hospital. Tell me.. what happened before?" He asks me. I recite what Zayn told me, breathlessly, absorbed in the conversation, oblivious to anything around me. I am terrified of what he is going to say next. "He ate something? What did his room look like?" He asks. "What does that matter?" I spit, but he sighs. "Was his window open?"
No. Isaac couldn't have poisoned my baby.
But he could have.
Noah's window was open.