You Belong to Me
I Just Want Her Back
Louis's POV
It's been a week since Kimora has been missing. We've posted missing signs all over town. We've filed a missing person report. We literally go looking for her everyday. Yesterday we did a public service announcement that was broadcasted all over the UK. No one has seen Kimora. Ive tried to hide my emotions, I need to be strong for Harry. If we're not out searching for Kimora he's locked up in his room. Sometimes I can hear him crying, I don't bother him. It's only been a week but I feel like everybody's giving up hope. We all expect the worst. I don't even want to think about it.
Kimora's POV
I feel like my whole body is swollen. I have bruises everywhere. My ribs feel broken. I've lost so much weight. They only give us water and one meal a day. I'm sitting in the corner in this dark room. My knees in my chest. I try to keep track of how long I've been here. A few days I guess. I wiped the blood dripping from my lip. I've been raped and beaten repeatedly since being here. What if I plan an escaped. What if I don't make it and they kill me. If I stay here I'm gonna die anyway.
I want so badly to be in the arms of Harry. I miss my brother Ian. Louis. Everyone.
Louis's POV
I knocked on Harry's door for the 5th time today.
"Haz, please open up". No answer. I sighed.
"We're going to find her Harry". I whispered loud enough so he could here me.
Harry's POV.
There was a knock on the door. I didn't speak or move. The guys have been trying to get me outta my room all day. For what. When Kimora knocks on my door. I'll come out. I grabbed my phone and go on twitter. All through my mentions where people sending their condolences, for what though. She's not dead, she's missing. If I let myself believe Kimora wasn't alive I'd truly go mad. She's out there somewhere I just know it.
***
3 days later
I decided to come out of my room today, I went downstairs and into the great room. Every one looked surprise to see me. I sat on the couch between Zayn and Liam. No one spoke we all just kinda sat there and thought quietly to ourselves. There was a knock at the front door. Louis rose to his feet to go answer it. Probably Eleanor.
A few seconds later Louis reappeared accompanied by a police officer.
"What's going on" Liam asked.
"Is there an Harry Styles here?" The officer asked.
Everyone looked at me, I stood up slowly.
"That'll be me". My voiced cracked, I hadn't been talking lately it almost felt like it was new to me.
"Mr.Styles does this belong to you?"
He held up in front of him a ziploc bag. Inside was black string necklace with a orange guitar pick on it. I stepped forward to make Sure I saw it clearly.
"Yes, I gave that to Kimora ". It took all of me to not burst out in tears. Kimora and I had exchanged items that were important to us that we could wear. I gave her my favorite guitar pick , it was my favorite color and the pick I learned how to play with. She gave me a bracelet she's had since she was 3 . Her grandfather gave it to her.. I looked down at my wrist.. it had a white leather band, with silver wings that connected it. She said her grandfather always told here never forget to fly and always be free. I looked back up at the officer.
"Where did you get that?" I said to him.
"We found it a few blocks from Kimora's house. As of right now it's our only lead".
"Is it gonna help you find her?" Zayn questioned.
"Well we suspect it was snatched off of her, if we get a match on the finger prints that gives us a name. Then we just have to track the name down".
This gave us all alittle hope. Right about now I could literally kill whoever took my Kimmy away from me. I have so many different emotions right now. I'm angry but sad at the same time. I just want her back.
It's been a week since Kimora has been missing. We've posted missing signs all over town. We've filed a missing person report. We literally go looking for her everyday. Yesterday we did a public service announcement that was broadcasted all over the UK. No one has seen Kimora. Ive tried to hide my emotions, I need to be strong for Harry. If we're not out searching for Kimora he's locked up in his room. Sometimes I can hear him crying, I don't bother him. It's only been a week but I feel like everybody's giving up hope. We all expect the worst. I don't even want to think about it.
Kimora's POV
I feel like my whole body is swollen. I have bruises everywhere. My ribs feel broken. I've lost so much weight. They only give us water and one meal a day. I'm sitting in the corner in this dark room. My knees in my chest. I try to keep track of how long I've been here. A few days I guess. I wiped the blood dripping from my lip. I've been raped and beaten repeatedly since being here. What if I plan an escaped. What if I don't make it and they kill me. If I stay here I'm gonna die anyway.
I want so badly to be in the arms of Harry. I miss my brother Ian. Louis. Everyone.
Louis's POV
I knocked on Harry's door for the 5th time today.
"Haz, please open up". No answer. I sighed.
"We're going to find her Harry". I whispered loud enough so he could here me.
Harry's POV.
There was a knock on the door. I didn't speak or move. The guys have been trying to get me outta my room all day. For what. When Kimora knocks on my door. I'll come out. I grabbed my phone and go on twitter. All through my mentions where people sending their condolences, for what though. She's not dead, she's missing. If I let myself believe Kimora wasn't alive I'd truly go mad. She's out there somewhere I just know it.
***
3 days later
I decided to come out of my room today, I went downstairs and into the great room. Every one looked surprise to see me. I sat on the couch between Zayn and Liam. No one spoke we all just kinda sat there and thought quietly to ourselves. There was a knock at the front door. Louis rose to his feet to go answer it. Probably Eleanor.
A few seconds later Louis reappeared accompanied by a police officer.
"What's going on" Liam asked.
"Is there an Harry Styles here?" The officer asked.
Everyone looked at me, I stood up slowly.
"That'll be me". My voiced cracked, I hadn't been talking lately it almost felt like it was new to me.
"Mr.Styles does this belong to you?"
He held up in front of him a ziploc bag. Inside was black string necklace with a orange guitar pick on it. I stepped forward to make Sure I saw it clearly.
"Yes, I gave that to Kimora ". It took all of me to not burst out in tears. Kimora and I had exchanged items that were important to us that we could wear. I gave her my favorite guitar pick , it was my favorite color and the pick I learned how to play with. She gave me a bracelet she's had since she was 3 . Her grandfather gave it to her.. I looked down at my wrist.. it had a white leather band, with silver wings that connected it. She said her grandfather always told here never forget to fly and always be free. I looked back up at the officer.
"Where did you get that?" I said to him.
"We found it a few blocks from Kimora's house. As of right now it's our only lead".
"Is it gonna help you find her?" Zayn questioned.
"Well we suspect it was snatched off of her, if we get a match on the finger prints that gives us a name. Then we just have to track the name down".
This gave us all alittle hope. Right about now I could literally kill whoever took my Kimmy away from me. I have so many different emotions right now. I'm angry but sad at the same time. I just want her back.
Notes
Share your Thoughts!my allergies are killing me I could barely type this.
11/4/13