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.


23. Chapter 23

Louis' POV
"There was no one else in the vicinity that witnessed the death?" A man with a greying goatee questions me, my blue eyes locked on Emalee's shuddering figure. An EMT is checking her pulse over by the ambulance that is currently parked in the driveway.

"It was just Harry, Zayn, Emalee, and I. And Glinda...of course..." I mumble the last part, my eyes locking with Em's blue ones, a small smile forming on her lips. I nod at her before dragging my gaze back to the middle aged detective.

"Of course..." The man says, his beady brown eyes looking me over one last time before closing his notepad and walking away. 

I glance over to the ambulance, watching as Emalee begins to walk over to me, her body shrouded in a brown fleece blanket. She moves her gaze up to meet mine, her face flushed of all color.

"Hey..." She whispers as she reaches me, her delicate arms pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. I can tell she is just as confused as I am when it comes to what to say. The events of today have shocked us all.

"Hi...how you doing?" I question hesitantly, not wanting to push her past her limits. 

She stares deeply into my eyes, fear and sadness evident in them, her facial expression answering my question. A feeling of needing to protect her appears within me.

The two of us stand there, not speaking a word. I find myself bringing my hand up to caress the side of her face, fingertips brushing the  small bruises forming on her temple where the tip of the pistol had been.

Em's eyes never leave mine, the space between our bodies becoming smaller and smaller. All I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss away her pain, the thought of Eleanor far far away in the back of my mind.

"Louis, I-" Emalee begins, her lips only centimeters from mine.

"Excuse me..." A medical worker mumbles, causing us to move apart, me never hearing what the sweet Kansas girl was about to say.

Em's  beautiful eyes drop to the ground, squeezing shut as the EMT and a gurney is pushed passed us, the body of her dead mother encased in a black body bag.

Pulling her into my arms, I whisper "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again...I'll protect you..."

Liam's POV
Breathing in deeply, I lay satisfied in my hospital bed, no longer feeling alone and lost. All the dark feelings I had inside of me now seem like a distant memory, my life ready to begin.

The doctors were shocked and had no explanation as to how or why I died and came back. They were about to give up on me. They were about to call it quits.

But I'm not done fighting yet. I have to find the love of my life. I have to find Harmonie. I know she's out there and I'm not going to stop searching until I have her back in my arms.

"Li?" A familiar Irish accent pulls me away from my thoughts, my brown eyes searching through the dimly lit room, landing on a head of messy blonde hair peeking around the door.

"Come on in, Nialler...I won't bite!" I joke, chuckling at myself. I can hear Niall sigh loudly, as if I'm relief, causing a grin to appear on my face. Did he seriously think I would do something to him? 

"Hey, how ya feeling?" He asks me, uncertainty in his deep voice. His hair is a total wreck, white t-shirt and pajama pants disheveled, his face puffy a rosy from sleep. I guess he was napping out in the waiting room. I smile at him, attempting to set him at ease.

"I've never been better, Ni. I can practically...see my life ahead of me." I explain, my grin expanding from the memory of my life in death  epiphany. 

Niall smiles, his expression genuinely happy. Although, behind his smile, I can see how exhausted he is, his eyes a dull grey blue color. Dark bags are forming under his eyes, his hands rubbing them occasionally. 

"I talked to the doctor..." He explains, a yawn escaping his mouth. I perk up in my bed slightly, tugging on the neck of my hospital gown.

"And?!" I beg, hopping up and down in my bed to emphasize my excitement. I was ready to get out of here and go get my girl! Niall, on the other hand, was taking his own sweet time, chuckling at my actions.

"He said you get to go home tomorrow! Well, at least, get to leave the hospital...I'm not entirely sure when we are going home." The blonde boy mumbles, rambling on and on. However, I'm too excited to speak. 

I'm going home tomorrow. Not Emalee's house. Not Neverland with Wendy and the kids. Not even my own house in England. My home is not just a place that I can show up at. My home is wherever Harmonie is. 


I'm going home.

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