I LOVE IT WHEN WE PLAY 1950 (L.S)

I Love It When We Play 1950

LOUIS POV.

To say I left Johnny and the dogs in a hurry is an understatement.

I had my hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only think keeping my sanity.

The car wasn't moving. It hadn't for a while. I reached back home about five minutes ago, but I hadn't thought of a plan.

I need to find Harry.

Like now.

I guess that counts as a plan

Okay so now I have one I should probably get out of the car.

I step out of the vehicle in one swift motion, making sure to lock it before jogging up the driveway to the front door. I know I didn't need to use my keys to open it, so many people come in and out of this house for different reasons we only usually lock it at night and open it back up again in the mornings.

I run inside the house checking each room hoping to find a certain curly headed one, kitchen first, living room, gym, bathrooms (knocking of course), the office, even the studio and music booths before making my way up the stairs and checking everyone's bedrooms and bathrooms.

After getting weird looks from everyone apart from Harry, who was still nowhere to be seen I finally stomp back downstairs and find Niall.

''Have you seen him?'' I ask, Niall shakes his head, knowing exactly who I'm talking about.

''Saw him go out the backdoor around lunch'' Niall shrugs.

I huff and frown, Niall responds with a small laugh, walking closer and patting me on the back.

''Glad you realized'' He winks before walking off.

See, Niall, and Harry were the closest in the band, and from what I've heard closest when we split until Niall moved out, whenever Harry is in a weird mood or bored, the first person he turns too is Niall. I'm not sure how much has heard, nor how much Harry has spoken to him about me but I gather its more than the other lads.

I stare at him leaving the room before walking towards the backdoor, opening it and stepping out.

At this point the evening sky is black, stars can be seen and the only thing lighting the way are small lights and lamps dotted down the garden path which connect the football pitch, pool, golf course and the mini studio shed together.

Wait a minute.

Studio shed.

Why didn't I think about there sooner? When I chased after Harry the other night it looked like he was heading in the direction of the studio but went to the bench instead. Maybe he's turned it into his own hidey hole.

I close the back door, not letting the cold chilly air enter the house and make it an ice cube for the other boys.

I begin to jog down the path.

Mostly because its cold and I don't want to be outside for too long but also because I don't want my confidence from my adrenaline to die down, I don't want to be nervous or back out last minute.

I carry on running till the small white soundproof shed came into view, even though it wasn't a shed, and was constructed as an actual building. It looked like a shed, the windows weren't blacked out either so I can see in, and whoever's inside can see out.

The curtains were closed though, the only thing giving away someone's presence was the glowing beams of light which peaked through the top and sides of the curtains, lighting up the outside of the shed.