~Dedication: harryslittlekittycat
**Harry's POV**
I still sat under that tree, staring at nothing in particular. I don't even know how long I had been there. Seth had eventually come back and joined me, but he knew better then to start a conversation.
"How long has it been?" I suddenly asked. Seth blinked at me, trying to register the fact that I actually talked.
"What do you mean?" He questioned, slightly leaning his head to the side.
"How long have I been under this damn tree?" I asked again, a little more impatient.
"Oh, around four hours," Seth said casually with a small shrug to his shoulders. We stayed silent for a little bit longer before Seth finally spoke up again, "you must be hungry."
"I am actually," I said, rubbing my stomach for emphasis.
"Let's go then," Seth chuckled, dusting his pants off once he stood up. I clambered to my feet, repeating Seth's actions.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked as we headed towards the entrance of the airport.
"Doesn't matter to me, as long as its food," Seth said. I nodded in agreement. We ended up settling with some Subway.
"When do the boys get here?" Seth asked.
"Oh, I got a text a while ago, but I never checked it. Give me a sec," I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket. I unlocked the screen to see a text from Niall. "It says that they left about two hours ago. They should be here in about eight hours," I said, emitting a small sigh.
"Oh we have plenty of time to kill then," Seth said.
"Yeah, but I would like to spend it looking for Alex and Jess," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I couldn't stop thinking about them.
"I know you do, and we will. Just have patience," Seth tried, but I wasn't really listening.
"Yeah, but if I have too much patience then they could get seriously hurt," I retaliated. Seth stared at me.
"I know this, but you need to trust me," Seth protested. I glared at him, in no mood for him to be like this.
"Can you not?" I asked, becoming annoyed.
"Can I not what?" Seth asked, completely confused as to what I was on about. I honestly wasn't even sure myself.
"Be so smart," I murmured. Seth chuckled at this.
"I can't help it," he shrugged, causing me to want to jump,over the table and slap him.
"Shut up," I muttered.
"Nah, I'm good. We need a plan," he said, changing the subject. I nodded enthusiastically.
"What is your plan?" I asked.
"No, I said we need a plan. As in we need to come up with a plan. Not I have a plan," Seth said, with a your-stupid-you-should-have-known-that tone.
"Okay, okay."
"Well first we need to look around the city a bit. Look for places that could be where someone was trying to hide another person," Seth said, taking charge.
"Okay, but how can we tell?"
"Simple. Usually, all windows will be securely shut. Their car will be parked closer to the back of the house, rather than the front. Most curtains will be drawn so you can't see inside. Other simple things like that," Seth explained. I gawked at him.
