Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Five

 Louis

She looks happy. There's a ghost of a smile on her face, like she's having a good dream. I'm glad I came here, to the hospital. Even though I'll have hell to pay later. I had to see the girl that saved my life.

“Louis!” someone shouts. I look up. Damn. Preston. Way sooner then I would've thought. Hospital personnel, several at once, tell him to be quiet. The look on his face is a bit terrifying. Alright, probably shouldn't have left without telling anyone.

I slip out of Callin's room. She's still asleep. She only has one more day to wake up.

“What were you thinking?” hisses Preston. I walk straight past him, straight through the front door of the hospital. Yeah, I know, not safe. Luckily, no one tries to gun me down or even ask for an autograph.

“Louis!” shouts Preston. I see my van, and head towards it. The other van, presumably the one Preston drove down here, is parked next to it. Just before I reach my van, someone grabs my shoulder. I turn around, but it's just Preston.

“You had better drive straight home” he growls. “I'll be following you.” I nod once, and then climb into the driver's side of my van.

I am in so much trouble.

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Niall

“Why wouldn't he let us go?” I grumble. “It's been hours since he left.” Liam sighs.

“You know Preston” he says. “If we know what's going on, we can't possibly be safe.” Zayn laughs a short, nervous laugh. We're all a bit nervous and a bit angry at being left behind.

But I'm worried about Harry, too. Liam and Zayn and I have been trying to take our minds off Louis, so we've been playing cards and talking and things. But Harry's just sitting on the couch in the living room, staring off into space. He hasn't said a word since Preston left.

And we don't even know where Louis would have gone. Liam suggested his flat. But why would he take off and leave just to go to his flat?

But if we're wrong, it could be a long time before we even hear anything. It's already eleven, but I don't know if any of us will be able to sleep.

Why did Louis just leave? That's what's killing me. He didn't leave a note or anything. Yeah, Louis' not always responsible, but he must've known how worried we'd be. How could he do this to us?

“What're you thinking, Nialler?” asks Liam.

“Louis” I reply. “Why didn't he leave a note or something? How could he do this to us?” Liam sighs.

“We're on the same page, then, mate” he says. “Cause I can't figure it out either.”

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