Lost *Liam Payne*

When she was here, every day was full of light and happiness. Her smile would light up the darkest of days, blue eyes sparkling bright, hair as yellow as the sun. There was never a point in time when I was unhappy when she was around.

Until now.

Now, the skies are grey, dark and depressed. All happiness has disappeared...along with her. She's gone. She left. She never came back.
She's lost. But I'm determined to find her.


13. Chapter 13

"Mama! I'm home!" The country girl yells out once the six of us step inside her modest home. It was actually an extremely decent sized house, two stories, a barn in the back yard, acres of farmland going as far back as my eyes could see.

"Dinner is about ready Em-oh, well hi there!" A woman comes bustling up to meet us at the front door, drying a pan with an old rag in the process. It was quite shocking really, how much the woman looks like Emalee. 

The only things distinguishing the age difference between the two was that the woman had streaks of gray running through her chestnut brown hair and wrinkles set on the sides of her wide crystalline eyes. 

Torn blue jeans and a faded blue flannel shirt adorn the woman who, by now, we all know is Em's mother. Similar clothing covers Emalee's fit body.

"Who are your friends, Emalee?" her mother asks, placing one hand on her slim hip, gripping the pan and rag in the other. We all turn to Em, a smile spreading across her pretty face.

"Mama, this is Liam, Niall, Harry, Zayn, and...Louis." The young girl's smile widens as her eyes land on Louis, him waving ridiculously at her mum.

A musical laugh erupts from the older woman as she politely waves back. "It's nice to meet you boys. I am Glinda. Welcome to Wichita!" Em's mother introduces herself, walking back towards what I assume is the kitchen.

Em begins to follow her mum, turning towards us with a bright smile. "Come on guys! Dinner's ready!" She says, Niall instantly walking past her. We all laugh, never doubting Niall's unending hunger.

"I am absolutely stuffed..." Louis explains, plopping down on the brown couch in Emalee and Glinda's living room. The five of us boys offered to help the ladies in the kitchen with the dishes, the offer instantly being shot down.

"You boys go on into the living room! We will manage just fine in here!" Glinda had explained, waving a soapy sponge towards the door to the family room. 

"That was possibly the best fried chicken I have ever had in my life..." Niall states, amazement obvious in his voice. He had eaten three platefuls of food, not including the triple chocolate cake desert.

"I won't be able to eat ever again..." Harry moans, rolling off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. He curls up into a ball, his curly hair touching his knees. Zayn, propping up his feet on the couch where Harry has been, starts to doze off.

I remained silent, just like I had been doing since we got here. How could they all just sit here when Harmonie was out there somewhere waiting for us?

Not able to take another second of watching my four "friends" carelessly laying around, I jump up off the couch and march my way into the kitchen. 

As I approach the door, I pause, hearing hushed voices coming from inside the room. 

"Emalee, what are those boys doing here?" Glinda's country accent thick in her whispered tone. The clangs of pots and pans mixed with running water assured me that they were still washing dishes.

"Mama, I couldn't just let them go to a motel! The closest one is 10 miles past the county line and they weren't even passed Brick Road! They would've been on that bus for hours." Em's voice raises slightly in her hushed voice. Quite some time passes before her mum replies. 

"Fine. They can stay. But not for too long and make sure they don't get into anything they shouldn't. " Glinda finally states. 

"Yes, Mama. I'll keep an eye on them." Em promises. The sound of cabinets opening and closing fills the silence.

"Emalee. I'm serious. You know they can't find out about what happened." Glinda's voice is filled with force. Emalee never replies vocally. I stand there totally and completely confused. Why would she have to watch us? We were here for one thing and one thing only.

The sink turns off, the sound of footsteps become louder and louder.

 I rush back into the living room, flopping myself down next to Niall as he flips through channels on the television, Louis begging for him to put Project Runway back on.

Em and Glinda walk into the room, overly happy smiles plastered onto their faces. "Well boys, shall I show you to your rooms?" Glinda asks, her blue eyes locking on me.

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