_*Chapter One*_
That day was the same as every other day. They all got up, got dressed, and went through all their usual routines. No one sensed the difference in the air. The feeling that something horrible is going to happen. Something life changing. Something that would throw your whole life so off track, you might never find your way back. Except for Harry.
Harry's POV
I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen as I trudged my way into the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I reached for the milk. Nothing. Not much food left either. Which meant either we needed to go shopping, or Niall had been here. I walked into the living room, and sure enough, Niall, Zayn, and Liam were all on the couch. They all looked up simultaneously. "Morning." They chorused. I blinked. "Okay, that is really creepy." They laughed. "Where's Louis? I asked, noticing the lack of a band member. Zayn spoke up this time. "He's in a dead sleep. Won't wake up."
"I'll wake him up." I sighed, walking towards his bedroom. I peered in, seeing a big lump under the twisted covers. I laughed to myself, shaking him. Nothing happened. I shook him a little harder. "Lou, get up." He wasn't making a sound. "Louis, this isn't funny." I said, trying to sound annoyed, but you could still hear the frantic-ness laced through my voice. What if something happened to him in his sleep? I pulled off the covers. Pillows. Just pillows.
"Louis! Whatever sick joke you're playing it's not funny." My voice rose an octave, the frantic-ness becoming more prominent. The rest of they guys came to the doorway. "What are you yelling about? Is something wrong?" Liam asked. "Louis wasn't in his bed, it was all pillows." I said, gesturing to the unkempt bed. "Calm down. I'm sure Lou's just pranking us. Again." He was right. I was just overreacting. But that same feeling was still creeping, somewhere in the back of my mind.
"Let's go look for him." I said, still not being able to convince myself 100 percent. We all split up, looking in closets and under beds. Behind couches and in the hamper. It was a pretty small flat, and we had searched the entire place. We called his name, countless times, becoming more worried with each word. A thought hit us all. Louis would have laughed by now, knowing we couldn't find him. Louis wasn't in the flat. Liam dialed a number on the phone. I was getting dizzy, too dizzy to think. Everything was blurred. I strained my ears. "Yes, we'd...report...missing person... Louis Tomlinson..." And that's when everything went black.
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