*Harry's POV*
My alarm clock said it was 8am. I had been up all night and there was no use in trying to sleep anymore now.
I decided to go downstairs and get some breakfast. As I got out of bed, I passed by the mirror. I looked like I had been the one drinking all night instead of Dougie!
What not sleeping could do to you!
I tried to walk off the stairs as quiet as possible, making sure not to wake anyone up.
"For fùcks sake!" I had to keep myself from screaming as I entered the kitchen. Tom was already sat at the table with a cup of coffee and needless to say he had scared the hell out of me.
"Good morning to you too." He chuckled before he took another sip of his coffee.
"Sorry mate. Didn't expect anyone to be up already." I sat down next to him at the table with a coffee of my own.
"Yeah, couldn't really sleep."
"Makes two of us."
It was quiet for a while, but it was not a comfortable silence. I could feel that Tom was trying to find the right way to ask me about yesterday, but he couldn't find how to start.
He must have decided for the direct approach as he went, "I thought she went missing? Jessica, I mean."
"She did, she left home two years ago. Apparently she was much closer than we thought she was."
I looked up at Tom, who was chewing on his lip. He had lived the whole disappearance from close by, even though he had never met her, and I could see he didn't know what to do now.
"She looked different from the pictures."
"I know, wasn't sure if it was really her at first."
"How did you know it was her?"
"When she turned around and looked in my eyes." I sighed, dragging my fingers through my hair."
"It's like," I continued, "It's like looking into a mirror and staring into your own eyes. Does that even make sense? Mom always used to tell us how we had exactly the same eyes."
After a few moments of silence, Tom spoke again.
"Why did you just let her walk off?"
"She made it very clear she didn't want to speak to me. And then I was a bit surprised seeing that guy next to her and I honestly didn't want to pick a fight with him, not there at least."
Tom just nodded. His coffee must be cold by now as he hadn't touched it since we started talking.
"So, what are you going to do now?"
"I honestly don't know. I feel like I have to find her and bring her home. But she doesn't want to come home obviously and she's 18 now so there's only so much I can do about it. And then there is the fact that I have no idea where she is."
"Maybe we could go back to that club? Maybe she'll show up there again?"
"I doubt it, my sister is smart, always has been. If she doesn't want to be found, she'll do anything not to be found. That's how she managed to disappear of the face of the earth for 2 years."
"Maybe she wants to come home and she's scared to."
I hadn't thought about it like that yet. Maybe she was scared of that guy with her. He looked pretty dangerous and he looked like he had been taken drugs.
Or maybe she was scared of how I would react if she turned up at my door. Maybe she was scared that I didn't want her to come back.
Maybe the whole 'I hate you and leave me alone' was only a façade.
"Maybe yeah. I don't know mate."
I let my head fall on the table. It hurt a little but I didn't care. Maybe I could knock a good idea into my head.
"Mate, knocking your brains out won't help either." Tom said, placing a hand on my back. I could hear the smile in his voice.
"You never know." I winked at him.
The tension had finally disappeared and I was glad about it.
A few minutes later we jumped up at the sound of a loud thump, followed by cursing.
Tom and I ran upstairs to see what happened, only to find Dougie on the ground next to his bed, rubbing the back of his head.
We couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Mate if you weren't going to have a headache because of the hangover, you certainly will now!"
Tom started laughing even louder and a smile slowly appeared on Dougie's face as well.
Only 2 seconds later, Danny appeared in the doorway as well. Soon joining in the laughter.