Days passed without any news. During the shows and interviews, I tried to act as normal as possible. We specifically requested not to bring the situation up during interviews, since none of us really wanted to talk about it with anyone, let alone with our fans. On stage, I just blocked the emotions. So between that and sleep there was very little time to think about it actually. But of course, my mind had a solution for that. Nightmares. I was glad when we finally got on a plane that would bring us home. That would mean two things: my own bed and the silence I so desperately needed. I killed my time in the air by listening to music and ignoring everybody. Liam tried to talk to me, Zayn tried, Niall tried and Louis didn’t, but he was sleeping practically the whole time.

When I got home, I dumped my suitcase in the middle of my living room and went straight for my bed. I never thought it was possible to miss somebody so badly that it physically hurt. And the most frustrating part was that there was nothing I could do. After some pushing of my side, Davina had told the police her assumptions and they were very likely, mostly because Tyson was nowhere to be found.
I actually wanted to stay here and feel miserable for a long time, but I got hungry. Reluctantly, I got up. I suddenly felt extremely stupid. Instead of trying to do something, I was just being miserable. I opened my bag and dumped the content everywhere until I found my laptop at the bottom of bag number three. I sighed annoyed as the battery appeared to be dead. Another hunt for the charger. I finally managed to switch the thing on. Luckily, Mila was online. Hopefully, she could give me a starting point. Well, time for action.

Notes

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY <3

even though, you know, it is not my thing, you know, I hte dressing up and everything... look, pumpkin

;)
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