Forgive and Forget - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel to Stormy Nights)

Leah is still with the boys. Louis. Niall. Zayn. Liam, and her and Louis' baby, Noah. She hasn't gone back to see Harry. It's been two years, but Harry still loves her, she loves Harry. But Louis loves her too. And what about Zayn? Surely he loves her aswell. But when Zayn's double.. Isaac.. comes back for a re-match, all the boys must be willing to fight him and make sure he doesn't steal Leah. Who will she go with? Will she have to choose.... again?


13. Chapter Thirteen

Harry's POV

I don't think twice before I act. I throw on my coat and slip on my shoes and trudge out the door. I think over what she said:

A shack on the side of the road in the country.

Yet, how far away? She was picked up from the hospital. I'll start there.

I step on the gas and start driving towards my first destination: The hospital. There must be a clue there.

Zayn's POV

Harry's vehicle pulls into the hospital parking lot. I've called the police. Anybody who could have any idea where Leah is.

Nobody has a clue.

Harry comes running towards us, out of breath. "Where is she? Have you found her?" He asks, gasping for air. I shake my head, but I hand him over Leah's bracelet, the one she left on the bench. "She left this here," I mumble, and he takes the metal chain into his hands and smiles. "I remember when I gave this to her," he laughs, tears making his eyes watery. "She called me," He says, changing the topic. "She said she was in a shack on the side of the road, in the country, and she has to be with Isaac, I heard his voice," he reveals. My eyes widen.

What if he hurts her?

Harry's POV

My mind is searching for anything, a clue, anything that could help me find my baby. And then I spy them.


I run over to them, they are large footprints in the muddy surface, and they are followed by dainty footprints. Leah's footprints.

"Guys, let's follow these," I call, and they follow me as I watch where I am going. I pull out my phone to use as a flashlight when suddenly the footprints stop at the side of the road. "They must have gotten into a vehicle," I sigh. "Let's split up. I'll start walking this way, you guys go that way," I say.

Zayn's POV

"Let's split up. I'll start walking this way, you guys go that way," Harry orders. I nod, and then speak up, remembering Noah. Niall and Liam are still crying. "Harry, bro, I need to tell you something," I say, pulling him aside, my arm on his shoulder. He eyes me curiously. "What is it?" He asks.

I know if I tell him he won't have any hope in saving Leah. So I sigh. "Nevermind," I tell him. He nods, and continues in his direction while the rest of the boys and I go in ours.

What if we never find her?

What will we tell Louis?

Leah's POV

Isaac's strong arms force me down on a table, and he cuffs my arms to the wood surface. I fidget, my legs trying to kick him, my wrists struggling to get out of the tight, uncomfortable surface. The cuffs are burning my arms.

My foot brushes against his stomach, and he laughs, and then he grins at me. "Don't spend your last minutes struggling, Leah," He smirks. "You are only giving me, minutes?" I gasp, "After what we've been through?" I add. He laughs. "What we've been through is hell, Leah. Are you implying you would like to do some other things... first?" He grins, his arm trailing up my stomach. "Keep dreaming," I spit. He smiles at me. "Let's get this over with, then, shall we?" He says, a knife in his hand. It's small, only a pocket knife. "I'm going to make this last as long as I can, since you wanted more than just minutes," He tells me.

Is he going to..... torture me?

I let out a cry when he slashes my cheek with the sharp blade. It burns, the blood rushing down my face and leaving a salty taste in my mouth. I struggle, not able to speak, but I continue to scream, my voice uncontrollable. Hopefully someone will hear me. "SHUT UP!" Isaac bellows, duct tape being thrown across my mouth in a matter of seconds. It makes it hard to breath, the air not coming to me easily. I suck at the tape but it is no use. No one will hear me.

But I'm hopeful I will suffocate to death before he cuts me again.

His fist lands a blow to my jaw, his hard knuckles colliding with my cold skin. "mmm," I whimper against the tape, as he trails kisses along the gash on my cheek.

It hurts like hell.

But I bet he is enjoying it.

Harry's POV

I start to run. The boys are out of my sight now, and I hope they are running as well. I want to stop. I want to give up. She's as good as dead now.

She probably is dead.

Or close enough, anyways.

STOP IT Styles, don't think like that.

You'll rescue her.


And then I freeze.

I hear a scream.

After scream.

After scream.

I keep running.

It gets Louder.

And louder.

And then...

it stops.

It's muffled.

It has to be Leah.

I sprint. Faster than ever before. My throat stings as I struggle to catch my breath as I run but I don't stop. My phone light is bright enough to light the path in front of me.

And then I stop.

I see it.

Isaac's shack.


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