Never Leave You Chapter 7
"Is it really that hard to find her?" I asked out of frustration. "We have to be patient," Dylynn reminded me for the fifth time of that day. "Meanwhile. . . Brooke is half way across the world," I sarcastically said as I rolled my eyes. "We do not know that," Liam said. "Louis be patient," Harry said with a sigh. "Okay," I whispered and shook my head. "Where have we not looked yet?" Niall asked. "We haven't check the Statue of Liberty just yet," Zayn said. "Neither the top of the Empire State Building," Dylynn said. "We could always check Madison Square Garden," Liam suggested. "Never forget Times Square," I said.
"Oh! And do not forget the huge mall here," Harry said. "What was it called again?" "Manhattan Mall," Dylynn said. "Yeah that," Harry said. "Should we split in groups or no?" Zayn asked. "Maybe we should all stick together. We should check the Statue of Liberty, the mall, and MSG," I said. "Then check the Empire State Building and Times Square tomorrow before we leave tomorrow night," I said. "You're in charge of this Louis, so we will go with you," Zayn said and smiled. "Yeah. You're the leader in other words," Niall added and laughed. I smiled at everyone and said, "Let's get going." "I'm actually going to go check Madison Square Garden. Around that area. Not inside," Dylynn said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah plus it gives you alone time with your friends," she said, chuckling.
I gave her a small smile and a nod. "Okay. . . We will meet here at lunch time," I said. She nodded with a smile then walked away. "Well, we finally got rid of the witch," Harry joked. "Funny," I sarcastically said with a snort. "She isn't that bad." I shrugged. Niall patted Harry's back and said, "Enough of Dylynn. The search for Brooke starts now." "Finally! I miss our Brookesters and her constant talking," Zayn sighed. "And her height. She was short," Liam said. "Enough of the memories. Let's go," Niall said.
We jogged over to the end of the street and stopped at the corner of the cross walk. Liam whistled for a taxi and one slowly pulled up along the curb. I opened the door and we squished in the back. Zayn was the last one in. "Where to?" the driver asked with a bored expression. We smiled at each other before saying: "The boat that leads us to the Statue of Liberty please."
"Thank you," we said as we tipped the driver and stepped out. He seemed very grateful of the tip because he was in a much better mood. We closed the door and he drove away, his tires screeching the street. We looked up at the small company that stood before us. The five of us walked inside the little store to see it was crowded and filled with tourist. We walked in line and waited to buy our tickets.
"Do you think she is at the Statue of Liberty?" Niall asked. "She could be," I said. "She is crazy," Zayn said, shaking his head. "How so?" Harry asked. "In every way," Zayn chuckled. "Louis, you are crazy too," Liam said. "Me?" I asked as everyone nodded. "How?" "You are making us travel around the world," Liam said. My eyes widen before nodding and agreeing. "I'm crazy in love," I murmured. They all gave me a nod and a pat on the back.
"Next," we heard someone say. We looked at the line to see it was our turn. Our feet wandered through the line before we walked up to the counter and purchased our tickets for a hour trip, knowing we wouldn't be there for that long. The lady handed us our tickets as we walked back outside. We walked down the harbor, then we walked down a railing that led us to the boat where other people were boarding. We sat down as we waited for a boat to come. "I may get Starbucks. Does anyone want anything?" Harry asked. "Hot chocolate? Not much for coffee," I said. Harry nodded and looked at the other lads. "Anything else?" he asked. The lads nodded and gave him what they wanted before they let Harry walk off to the shop again which held a Starbucks.
"I've never been to the Statue of Liberty before," Niall said. "I don't think we all have," Zayn said. "Right," Niall mumbled. "What do you think Brooke is doing right now?" I asked. "Probably exploring where ever she is," Liam said. "She could be exploring New York, LA, Miami, Dublin. Anywhere probably," Zayn said. I nodded and sighed. "Is it true?" I asked. "Is what true?" Niall asked, a bit confused. "Is it true Brooke called?" I asked as I looked up. Their eyes widen in surprise. "Is it?" I asked. "Yeah. . ." each of them sighed. "She called but didn't say anything. She only hung up," Liam explained.
"Why would she do that?" I asked. Niall shrugged and said, "We don't know. She called Harry." "Yeah she did," Harry said from behind us. We turned our heads in his direction. He handed us our drinks and sat down in front of us. "I tried getting her to speak but she wouldn't and hung up. I guess something had upset her because before she hung up I heard her sobbing," Harry explained. "Do you think she saw the news?" I asked as I looked down. "Maybe. Maybe not," Zayn said. I nodded solemnly. "It's okay mate. Everything will be fine," Harry said. "I should have never said that. Of course she would see or hear it. I guess I had tried hard not to think of her and to have fun in New York, Dylynn kept my mind off of Brooke," I said. "A little too much," Harry snorted. I looked over at him. He noticed I was looking and shrugged his brawny shoulders. I sighed and hung my head down.
"Let's just keep looking. We will leave tomorrow and search somewhere else," Liam said. "Yeah, just like you said," Niall said. Zayn and Harry nodded with a small smile in agreement. I gave them each a weak nod. Our boat was soon called and it was our time for us to board. We walked down on the dock and onto the two- story boat.
We walked towards the stairs that led up onto the second deck that was outside. The five of us walked up and emerged from the staircase and into the open air. We sat down at a bench towards the front that had The Statue of Liberty in view. It was very small, of course, until you get closer. After everyone has boarded the boat, we began to sail.
The whole ride to the statue took about ten to fifteen minutes. Zayn kept getting some food for us down in the snack bar on the first level, along with Niall for the drinks. We took some pictures of the water, the statue, and the city from afar. The boat docked at the boarding area where people were already waiting to board on and leave the amazing site.
We walked down the stairs and into the crowded room on the first level. People were rushing to get out with their cameras, they were pushing and shoving, and others stayed calm or were aggravated. We stayed behind for a few minutes before it was cleared out. Then, we walked off the small boat and walked onto a big grassy field with the people walking around and snapping pictures. Some even took out their own large iPads to take pictures.
"Do you see her?" I asked. The lads scanned the area before shaking their heads. "No," they said. I nodded and began walking to the entrance of the statue. We entered through the door to see a huge flight of stairs. It went up to nine levels. "Please don't tell me we have to walk those," Zayn pleaded with worry. I looked around the area to see a lift. "Nope. . . I found a lift," I said. The lads sighed in relief before we walked over to the lift and pressed a button to call the metal box down. The doors opened and we walked in, then Niall said:
"This is going to be a long ride. . ."
"Well she is definitely not there," Niall said as we exited off the boat and we were back in the "Big Apple". "No, but it was amazing. Who knew that green statue is that huge?" Zayn said. "Imagine putting it together," Harry said. "That would be too much work," Liam said. I burst out laughing at Liam's exaggeration which caused everyone to smile. "I feel sorry for those people who put it together," I said.
Harry whistled for another taxi and after awhile, one drove up. We squished in the cab and buckled up. "Where to?" the driver asked. "To the Manhattan Mall," I said. The driver nodded and drove off. "How far is the mall?" Liam asked. "About twenty minutes away. With the traffic it is a good thirty," the driver answered. Liam nodded and sat back down in his seat.
"I'm getting so frustrated," Harry spoke as he released a frustrated groan. "I don't understand why Brooke will not call like she promised. What about the promise each of us made?" Harry shook his head in anger. "Harry-" I was cut off with his phone ringing. "Who could this be now?" he grumbled as he fished for his phone in his pocket.
"What?" he spat in the phone. His features seemed to relax as his eyes lit up with relief and joy. "Brooke!" he exclaimed. Our eyes widen. "Talk about déjà Vu," Niall joked. Harry placed Brooke on speaker. "Hey Harry," I heard her say. Her voice made my heart flutter. She made my stomach twist and turn: it filled with butterflies. Her voice sounded so weak, so tired, and so hurt. I realized how broken she is right now. She sounded like she has been crying for a few days or more. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes but I shook them away. "Brooke! Thank you for calling. We are so worried," Harry frantically said. "Yeah. . ." she trailed off. "I'm not here to talk for long."
"What?" Harry asked, confusion filled his voice. We looked at each other with concern. "We miss you Brooke. Can you please tell us where you are and come home?" Harry begged. "No." "Why not?" Harry asked. "I need some space like I explained in the note," she said. "I don't care. You can have all the space you want at home. You belong with us. You're my sister. I'm suppose to protect you. What about our promise? The promise the six of us made?" Harry asked, his voice began to crack.
"There is no more promise Harry. I belong where I am. I'm done with everything and everyone. This is exactly why I don't like getting close to people. They always leave me," she said. "Brooke. We never left you. You had left us! So, come home now. Where are you?" Harry demanded. "I'm not saying anything," she said.
"Brooke-" "Just go home back to London. I don't need you guys anymore," she snapped. In the silence of the car you could hear a loud thump, meaning all of our hearts drop. Tears formed in our eyes. Each of our hearts were shattering. Harry had tears falling from the harshness in his sister's voice. She sounded like a different person. This isn't the Brooke I knew.
"Brooke. . . please," Harry cried. We heard a sigh on the other end. "Good bye Harry," she whispered. Before she hung up she whispered a few words that gave us little hope:
"I'm not in New York."
Then the line went dead.