Five Lovestories

"We gotta come up with something, and it's quick!!" Liam shouted.

We were in his room, all of us except Harry. He was still at the club-thing. But maybe it was for the best that he wasn't around, considering his opposite comments about Nicola and Mark. Harry would probably just win Liam over again, and try to get him to calm down. I actually didn't know why he was doing it, but what I did know was that Harry was a hell of a speaker. Liam was right, all along. We should have acted when we got the threat the first time, and not have listened to Harry. I felt like a part of this was my fault, so to get his trust in me back, I needed to act now.
Liam threw his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Guys!" He screamed and looked at our afraid and shocked faces. "You gotta help me! My sister needs help, but before I call her to tell my super-plan to get her out of there, I need your help!"

We all looked at each other.

"You can tell her to.. dress up or something!" Louis blurted out.

"Dress up? Is this a joke for you?" Liam asked with a frightening calm voice.

"No, what I meant was that she can dress up to someone else, and maybe they won't even recognize her!"

Liam shook his head and sighed.

"That was actually a pretty shitty idea.." Niall muttered.

"Hey! I actually dressed up to a woman once, just so I could get out of.."

He stopped, and then his face revealed his failed attempt to keep his laugh inside of him.

"Louis!" I hissed, and he immediately stopped.

"Okay, I'm just sayin', it worked for me!"

"Okay, I change my mind. You dressing up as a woman was an even more shittier idea.." Niall said.

"Yeah? Got anything better on your mind?" Louis snapped.

"Actually, I do. Tell her to put a ladder upon her balcony, and she can climb down from there! They might be guarding just on the front!"

Louis scoffed.

"And you said my idea was shitty.."

"Guys." I said with a serious tone.

They both went silent.

"Thanks, Kath." Liam said low.

All four of us watched him sigh, and then sit down on the sofa. His eyes drifted off somewhere far away, and I didn't blame him. In the horrible reality he was now sort of re-living, anyone would wanna leave before they even stepped inside. I felt so bad for him, and I was still taking some of the blame for him getting to this spot. So I sat down next to him.

"Liam." I said with my hand on his back.

He leaned his head on his hand, that was casually upon his knee. His tilted head looked up at me, with tear-filled eyes. I hadn't seen the other boys cry yet, so Liam was so far the most sensitive guy I had met. And again, I didn't blame him. Because Liam was also the one who had suffered through the most. Under his twenty years of living, he had been going through more than anyone should, during their entire life. And now, faith decided that he wasn't done with pain yet. Or well, Mark decided that.

"We will get through this." I told him.

"Yeah, we just gotta make sure no one gets killed while we're getting through it."

Now, the boys sat down around us too.

"Don't say that." Louis said. "No one will get killed, okay? We will come up with something."

"Yeah, but what? No matter what we will do, something will go wrong, and my sister.. She will suffer for it."

Now, his first tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't even bother to wipe it off.
Like a sign from heaven, the door flew open, and we all flinched. There stood Harry, with wild, open eyes, and his hair at every direction.

"What's going on?" He asked and came up to us.

The reason why he knew where to even come after the club-thing, and why he knew something was wrong, was because I had texted him. Even though Harry did screw this up, I had a feeling that he was the best fixer in the world. I also knew that he was good at coming up with smart ideas.

"It's Nicola.." I said low and pushed Harry away with me.

Since Liam couldn't speak, I needed to.

"What about her?!" He whispered.

"She is in trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"They didn't fake, Harry."

His eyes widened.

"We gotta help him.."

"Yeah, yeah, of course! Have you guys come up with anything yet?" He asked.

"No, I was kind of hoping that you would join us, and try to come up with something as well. And we don't have a lot of time."

He nodded. Then his upset face softned, and he embraced me with a hug.

"Are you okay, babe?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess.. I just feel really guilty."

He sighed.

"It's not your fault." He whispered and kissed my forehead.

Then he walked past me, and crouched in front of Liam.

"We'll come up with something." He assured him and patted his knee.

But Liam stood up. He was now surrounded by people, comforting him and promising him stuff, but no one was actually doing anything. Sure, they were just trying to help, but we didn't have much time and his sister was the one who was really in need of help.

"Guys, think!" He said and walked back and forth in the room.

He stopped and pounded his head with his hand.

"And we can't involve someone?" Harry asked.

"No one. I don't know what they'll do to her, and it's not a risk I'm willing to take." Liam said.

He looked around, so helpless. I looked over at the guys, and I noticed something strange. Zayn was catching up with Liams new tactic, looking around to desperately trying to come up with something that could give them insperation for a new idea. Suddenly, his eyes got that sparkle that he always had, only brigther. A little smile played on his mouth as he was now staring at the speakers in the corners of the room.

"Liam!" He exclaimed and stood up.

Liam instantly looked at Zayn with a begging expession.

"I know what we can do! Or well, it's just an idea, I don't know if.."

Liam grabbed his shoulders and shaked him.

"Just tell us!" He shouted.

So Zayn, can't get to the point.

"Okay, well, do you know how to make you phone number invisible? You know, when you text or call someone, and it only says 'Blocked ID'?"

Liam nodded eagerly, trying to figure out where this idea was leading.

"And you know how you searched up Marks number on the internet?"

Liam nodded again.

"Well, if you search up someone in the gang that way, and block your number, then you can text that person with Marks signature, to go to the backside and wait there, and she can get out of there!"

Liam stared at Zayn, and then around in the room, like he was thinking.

"But.." He started. "I don't even know anyone in his gang, so how would I know what to search for?"

"Are you seriously telling me that none of them is someone you could recognize?" Zayn asked.

He looked around again, thinking.

"Well, I can ask Nicci what the guys look outside look like, and maybe it's someone I can remember..?"

"Call her now!" Louis encouraged.

His hands were shaking as he dialed in her phone number and called her.

"Yeah, hi Nicci." He said. "Can you describe the guys out there, like, how their hair looks like, and.."

He got interrupted, and waited.

"She's going up to the window." He told us. "No.. that's not someone I know.. No, not him either.. Nope.."

Then he suddenly lit up.

"Wait, did you say Chinese?" He asked. "Yeah, is he like really huge..? Yeah! Is he blonde too? Oh gosh, it's Stefan..!"

We all breathed out. He seemed pretty sure that it was someone he knew.

"Okay. Yeah. Yes, we're up to something.." He said. "I promise you, nothing will happen. I won't let them hurt you, okay?"

He hung up. He looked up at us, with what I think was a very little smile.

"Let's save her." He said.

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