"It's bloody freezing," Sophie groaned as we all marched along the leaf covered track within the forest near our homes. "Oh stop moaning, we're trying to find our friend, imagine how she's feeling right now?" Zayn snapped at her. She scoffed, "She's probably not feeling anything at all."
Harry glared at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what I mean, " she smirked, "Anyway, why are you so bothered? She's just another attention seeking runaway, isn't she?" I couldn't believe this girl, how could Harry be so shallow to actually like her? Sure, she was a beautiful girl; long, golden hair, olive skin, blue eyes - but her personality was dire, she wasn't kind hearted in the slightest.
"You cunt," Bex pretty much spat at her, "you better hope and pray we find her after saying that!"
"Don't worry, we won't" she smiled "sweetly".
"G-Guys..." Niall whispered, "look" he barely even got it out. I followed his stare. Oh my god.

"You'll be following in my footsteps soon enough... literally."
I frowned, what did she mean? I'm sure none of us wanted to follow in her footsteps. Her death seemed brutal, cruel, nobody should ever have to go through it. I shouldn't really go into detail but let me tell you one thing; whoever did this to her was definitely not safe if they were ever found out. Katie's friends adored her, they'd do anything to protect her..Harry especially and now since we couldn't, I guess we'd have to do the next best thing; get justice.
I looked around the room, everyone had the same expression; coldness. You know when someone's face is drowned from colour and filled with fear. I noticed that Liam was not with us... yet again. This was strange, whenever something involving Katie's disappearance came up, he never was around. Maybe it was just a coincidence but considering what she just told us on the tape, I wasn't taking this lightly. I spoke up "Guys, where's Liam?" They all shrugged. I got up and switched the power off on my old telly. "Hey... we were watching that!" Niall sulked. "We can finish it later, we need to find Liam."
"Calm down, you're acting as if he's gone missing" Ayesha laughed.
"Maybe he has."

"I loved her."
"You loved her?" I heard someone spit from the doorway of the living room. I turned around and looked at her - Sophie.
Harry didn't respond. "Maybe you should go Sop-" she intruded before I could even finish "NO! I will not go, don't fucking tell me what to do. My boyfriend just said he loved someone else, that hurts... deep." Her words were so fake and patronising, I wanted to be sick.
"Our friend just died, what do you expect us to do, confess our hatred towards her?" I rolled my eyes, "Please Sophie, just go, you guys can discuss it later?" Harry looked from me to her and then back at the ground.
"No" she stormed into the room and stood right in front of Harry, staring him out, "we're sorting it out now."
He looked up at her. "Well?" she spat.
"There's nothing to say really," he shrugged.
She shook her head, sticking her tongue into the bottom of her cheek, "Oh really? Nothing to say, we'll see about that." She scoffed and marched outside.
"What's she doing?" Harry raised an eyebrow watching through the window. I shrugged, "God only knows." I watched her fumble about in her pockets as she found a key. Oh dear, I could tell where this was going. Harry shot up off the sofa and ran outside. I decided it would be best for me to stay here.

"Parties. That's one thing I'll miss. Although, not all parties are great. People get drunk, things happen, they regret it. I went to a party once, terrible things happened. You remember, don't you Helen?" Everyone's eyes moved from the screen back to me. Yes, I knew exactly what she was talking about.

The bass pulsated through my body, the music was so loud and it was giving me a headache. I sauntered up the stairs, trying hard to keep my balance as I had consumed enough alcohol to get me tipsy. It seemed empty upstairs, unusual for a party but then I heard familiar voices in the bedroom to my right. They were shouting at eachother, the door was open a little bit and I curiously looked inside, leaning against a wall; Katie and Liam. I sipped on my drink, I'm a lightweight, I get drunk easily, I knew fine well my blood was drowning in alcohol by this point. Although I was drunk, I still had a brain. Katie had been cheating on Liam with Harry for a while and he had just found out. Their argument was getting intense and the yelling was getting louder, I was struggling not to interfere and stick up for my friend or at least keep the peace. I knew she liked Liam but she never really loved him, she loved Harry, she always had and she finally got the chance to be with him and she took it, grabbed it while it was there. I told her not to, to at least wait to break things off with Liam but she didn't listen, she never does. I heard a thump and whipped my head to peer through the door. He had her right up against the wall... what happened next wasn't pretty. I downed the rest of my drink trying to forget what I had seen and heard, Liam came out of the room and we locked eyes. I could tell he knew that I knew what had just happened.

When Liam and I finally broke off that awful, painful stare I wandered down the hall and into the bedroom. Katie was sitting in the corner, she was pretty shaken up. I sat down next to her. Silence. I suppose I couldn't really say anything but I don't think anything I would've said would've helped anyway. I just sat there, letting her know I was there for her, I think thats what she needed; reassurance. I gave her a quick hug and whispered "I'm sorry" I should've stopped it from happening... why didn't I? I stood up, offering a hand but she shook her head. "No thanks." Shit.

I walked down the hall and into the party, well staggered really, but not from the alcohol; from everything that had happened. I grabbed for the piano in the living room and then the piano bench and I sat, ignoring everyone around me. I wanted to leave but I couldn't. Something was stopping me. Where would I go? I couldn't go home, not yet. And, wherever I went how could I get there? Liam was meant to be my lift... I didn't really want to go with him anymore. I couldn't walk either, my house was so far away. I didn't know how I was going to get home. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted to get out of there and not think about anything or anyone anymore. Then, a hand touched my shoulder, a gentle squeeze.