A week has pasted and we still haven't heard from Harry. My mom went to Canada for a meeting so I haven't gone to school, and have mostly stayed with Zayn in his expensive hotel room. Calling everyone he knows, we got nothing. So many messages we have sent to people Louis connected to but have gotten nothing in return. He has a friend from Ireland who's name is Niall. He can supposedly hack into any system and find out anything. But we have had no luck.
"I know Louis, and I also know Harry. If Harry wanted to be found, he could of convinced Louis to get in contact. Which worries me Emma. What if Harry doesn't want to be found?" Zayn said sitting on the tan, fluffy bed looking at the brown carpet. He was so tired and stressed that he didn't know what to guess anymore.
Sitting at the small table next to the wide window, I looked out admiring the waterfront view before going over to comfort Zayn. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked over to Zayn siting next to him on the bed. I put my arm around him and rubbed his shoulder.
"You know that's not true, he is just fine. We are going to find him, and lock Louis up." I said leaning down so my head was next to him.
Sitting up, he slightly turned and I moved my arm from around him. For a few moments he was gazing into my eyes. Trying to be supportive I looked at him pressing my lips together. Feeling a bit weird about the gaze, I looked over to the door but stayed in the same position. The room was silent except for a fade chirping of a bird outside our window.
His head was leaning closer to mine, and before I could move away his phone buzzed. Looking back at his face he rolled his eyes and reached for his phone.
"It's probably Niall telling me he couldn't find anything again." He said pulling it out his pocket, and looking at the screen.
His eyebrows pressed together in confusion. Leaning over the phone number was unknown proving it wasn't Niall.
Before answering the phone he looked at me. I knew what he was thinking, I was also thinking the same. It could be Louis. It could be him calling telling us that he has Harry. That he hasn't touched him, but will if we don't obey his demand. At this point that's all I wanted, just to know Harry was safe.
Sliding the phone to answer, he pressed speaker then put his finger over his lips signaling me to stay quiet. I nodded and he exhaled sharp and opened his mouth to speak.
"Zayn, I know you know I have Harry. I know you have been trying to track me down in hopes to find your precious friend, but do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Louis voice was sharp and scary.
I had a mental image of what Louis sounded, and looked like in my head. And his voice did not fit the description, he seemed more evil than what I thought. Which worried me. Looking over, Zayn was tense and his eyes looked like they were trapped in a world of horror. For a moment his lips moved but he didn't make a sound.
"You still there?" Louis said still intimidating but with a lighter tone.
"Yeah. I am. And I know you know, I haven't forgotten who you are." Zayn said with a flat voice.
"Good, now listen. If you want to hear from Harry again, I need you to do something for me."
"What do you want."
My eyes went wide and my heart jumped. I shouldn't be surprised he knew who I was, but I wasn't expecting to hear him say my name. Zayn dashed a look at me and his lips started to tremble. There was a few moments of silence and Louis exhaled deeply in annoyance.
"Emma, I know your there so why not say hello?" Louis said now sounding a but distance. He must of put us on speaker.
"Emma! Don't listen to him! Don't d- AH!" I could hear Harry warn me but then yell in pain.
"Harry no!" I yelled feeling shock and impulsive fear for what they could be doing.
"I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt him!" I yelled and stood up. I was prepared to run but had nowhere to go. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping nothing but strength and fear through my veins.
"That's always great to hear," Louis took his phone off speaker separating me from Harry. It hurt so bad to know that he was right there, but was too far away for me to reach.
"What do you want," I said shutting my eyes tight trying to control my tears.
"Now, now, now, we don't have to get all serious. Here, we can have some fun," he started, then paused in thought. "Ah yes, your the little sex-addict, so why not give us a show? Show Harry what he has been missing," He said with a giggle and I could hear Harry yell in the background.
"Okay, okay, fine. Since Harry wants to be a party crusher I guess we can save that for later." He added with a tone of disappointment.
Immediately i felt uncomfortable. I would do anything for Louis to keep Harry safe, but I don't want to be used like a toy. Walking back over next to Zayn, I sat down next to him and leaned into his side to feel warmth. In response he wrapped his arms me around and kissed the top of my head. I felt safe with him, although I was nowhere near that.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked and my voice cracked. Shutting my eyes I leaned harder into Zayns arms trying to catch myself.
"Oh don't cry," Louis said in a sarcastic tone.
"Asshole!" I yelled into the phone but wish I never did.
"Oh really?" Louis responded with a chuckle, then the call ended.
"E- Ello? Ello!" Zayn yelled into the phone when it beeped. "Damn!" He yelled when he realized Louis disconnected and we couldn't call back. Unwrapping himself from me, he stood up and walked towards the window, he grabbed the wooden chair slamming it to the ground in anger yelling.
Watching him, I sat there motionless. A tear fell involuntarily from my eye. Zayn started to pace the room trying to calm down. Then he started taking his clothes off, which concerned me.
"Uh Zayn, wha-"
"Shut up and lay with me," he interrupted taking his shirt off. Seeing his figure was nothing new, I've already seen him shirtless plenty of times before. But with everything going on I was still sensitive to his random impulses of stripping in front of me. I'm so used to Harry always doing that.
After he took his pants off, only in boxers now; I scooted up to the top of the bed frame, slid into the blankets, and laid there waiting. He turned the lights off and hopped into bed next to me. He made sure to stay one sheet away so we weren't in direct contact, and didn't press himself fully on me, just enough so we were comfortable. It was odd, how connected we were, but nothing near lovers. He was my friend; someone I felt comfortable with, and could trust. But have only known for a little over a week.
With my back against his chest, and his arm gently around me, we both looked out the giant window at the waterfront. Every few minutes a bird would fly in view of our window, and we would watch it as it flew. The view was nice and peaceful. For a moment it made me forget.
Waking up to a loud movie playing I stretched my arms and sat up. Zayn was sitting at the end of the bed with his eyes glued to the television on the wall.
"What's that?" I asked not recognizing what was playing.
"Oh-, I don't know you probably wouldn't like it." He said grabbing for the remote switching through the channels.
Sliding out of bed I stood up feeling light headed. Placing my hand on my forehead I walked to the closet near the door so i could grab my bag of clothes. Opening the door I was blocked from Zayns sight so i stripped down grabbing my pajamas throwing them on.
Shutting the closet door I turned completely around and walked into the bright white bathroom. Looking in the mirror I looked normal, but I felt horrible. Grabbing the black brush from off the counter, I took my hair down then brushed the tangles out. Brushing my hair back, I put it in a braid then wrapped it into a bun.
Walking out into the living room I looked at the TV seeing he had Mean Girls playing. I laughed, and he responded in a chuckle. Not saying anything I walked into the kitchen and started up a pot of tea. Grabbing a pouch of hotel green tea I walked out showing it to Zayn. Looking over he examined it and gave a face if disapproval, but nodded anyway. Walking back i grabbed two tea cups and pulled down the big, pink bag of sugar we bought the other night.
Filling the giant tea pot up with water, I placed it on the stove turning the heat up. Listening to the eye heat rise, I watched the black stove eye change to a bright red showing it was hot. Loosing interest I walked back out into the living room and sat next to Zayn watching the movie.
After awhile the tea pot started to whistle. Right as I was about to stand up Zayn dashed up saying he had it. I kept watching the movie and soon he was out with two cups of steaming tea. We finished watching the movie, and two more pots of tea. Soon we were at the top of the bed with our back against the bed frame. The rest of the night was peaceful and nice. Soon I ended up falling asleep in Zayns arms.