Niall arranged so that he could be in the cave. He put the moss to sleep on and he arranged so that he could make fire. He made a corner where he had food and then he sat down. So this was his home, again? It felt empty and he felt the tears started to come. Yet he knew that he had done the right thing. What was the point to be with one who didn't want to show anything open? Harry just didn't fit together with Niall.
When darkness came Niall managed to find dry sticks and other things that he could make a fire with. He sat down on the moss and gazed into the fire. He wasn't in a good mood and he wasn't certainly eager to do something. The only thing that spun around in his head was about Harry. Had he read the letter? How did he react? Probably became Harry relieved and he would certainly take it on the right way. Now he didn't have to lie and could go back to his old life.
Harry had panicked. He called the police, but they didn't understand what the problem was. Niall wasn't exactly missing and he was homeless.
"But come on!" almost screamed Harry in the phone. "He's my boyfriend and I want you to look for him."
The policeman just mumbled into the phone something about social security numbers, addresses, and that Niall didn't have a phone.
Harry chose to put on clothes. He took upon himself all clothes that was thick and went out to look. He first went to the park. Niall had talked about that the playground was his bedroom. Harry walked through the playground but there wasn't a single human being there. He sighed and came to think about the bus stop. The first time he had seen Niall was right there. He almost ran into the center and searched. Still no Niall! It was as if the Irishman had just disappeared and no longer existed. Harry felt panic. He didn't want to lose Niall. He didn't want to be alone or single. He wanted to be Nialls boyfriend and call the parents and tell them that he loved him.
Harry was out all night and when the sun started to go up, he had to go home. He realized that he had lost everything and that Niall had probably left the city. It was with a heavy tread as he went to bed. He didn't showered or changed clothes. He just lay down on the bed and just looked straight up at the ceiling. Everything was so empty. It was the destiny in the whole house and he lacked Niall.
Harry had nightmares and he woke up all the time by the sound of Niall. Yet there was no Niall there and he was alone.