World Tour
Lost Harry
***Louis Tomlinson***
Tuesday, July 31st, 2012 – North London, England
Abby and I got home from our second date around eleven on Tuesday. I was surprised to find that Harry wasn’t home. He hadn’t left a note, and I checked my phone to see if he had called or texted, but he hadn’t, so I tried calling him. He didn’t answer, so I tried the other guys, but no one answered their phones either, probably already asleep. I looked at Abby, concerned.
“I have to find Harry,” I said.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” she assured me. “It’s not that late yet, maybe he just ran to the store or something.” I nodded, and decided to give it another hour before I started to worry – after all, nothing good ever happened after midnight. I sat down on the couch with Abby and she looked at me, reading my face. “Don’t worry,” she smiled sweetly, and I smiled back at her, which reminded me of what I had wanted to ask her.
“Oh, hey, Abby,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Does it bother you – I mean, do you have a problem if – like, if Harry and I want to hug or kiss or cuddle in front of you, is that weird?”
“Um, probably a little,” she said with a nervous laugh, and I appreciated her honesty. “I mean, no offense or anything, I just have never really been around that lifestyle before.” Abby was a high energy person, so she always spoke everything quickly and it was hard to determine her tone.
“No, I understand,” I nodded. “That’s why I wanted to check with you. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”
“You don’t,” she told me. “And yeah, it’s a little weird, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” she smiled again.
“Well, we’ll keep it at a minimum, and just let us know if it gets to a point that bothers you, okay?”
“I will,” she promised, and she cuddled up against me, which I figured I’d have to eventually get used to anyway.
An hour passed, and there was no word from Harry or anyone else. I walked Abby to her car, and then dialed Zayn’s number over and over until he answered, getting in my own car.
“What?!” Zayn barked into the phone, angry that I’d woken him up.
“I’ve lost Harry,” I said.
“What do you mean, you’ve lost Harry?” he asked.
“I got back from my date with Abby and he was gone and he didn’t leave a note or a text and I don’t know where he is.”
“Okay, well, he’s not here, did you call the others?”
“Yeah, they didn’t answer, they’re probably sleeping.”
“Look, it’s Harry, I’m sure he didn’t go far. Where are you?”
“On my way to Liam’s,” I said, knowing Liam would at least be able to think straight and figure this out – I was starting to panic.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” Zayn said, and we hung up.
Tuesday, July 31st, 2012 – North London, England
Abby and I got home from our second date around eleven on Tuesday. I was surprised to find that Harry wasn’t home. He hadn’t left a note, and I checked my phone to see if he had called or texted, but he hadn’t, so I tried calling him. He didn’t answer, so I tried the other guys, but no one answered their phones either, probably already asleep. I looked at Abby, concerned.
“I have to find Harry,” I said.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” she assured me. “It’s not that late yet, maybe he just ran to the store or something.” I nodded, and decided to give it another hour before I started to worry – after all, nothing good ever happened after midnight. I sat down on the couch with Abby and she looked at me, reading my face. “Don’t worry,” she smiled sweetly, and I smiled back at her, which reminded me of what I had wanted to ask her.
“Oh, hey, Abby,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Does it bother you – I mean, do you have a problem if – like, if Harry and I want to hug or kiss or cuddle in front of you, is that weird?”
“Um, probably a little,” she said with a nervous laugh, and I appreciated her honesty. “I mean, no offense or anything, I just have never really been around that lifestyle before.” Abby was a high energy person, so she always spoke everything quickly and it was hard to determine her tone.
“No, I understand,” I nodded. “That’s why I wanted to check with you. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”
“You don’t,” she told me. “And yeah, it’s a little weird, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” she smiled again.
“Well, we’ll keep it at a minimum, and just let us know if it gets to a point that bothers you, okay?”
“I will,” she promised, and she cuddled up against me, which I figured I’d have to eventually get used to anyway.
An hour passed, and there was no word from Harry or anyone else. I walked Abby to her car, and then dialed Zayn’s number over and over until he answered, getting in my own car.
“What?!” Zayn barked into the phone, angry that I’d woken him up.
“I’ve lost Harry,” I said.
“What do you mean, you’ve lost Harry?” he asked.
“I got back from my date with Abby and he was gone and he didn’t leave a note or a text and I don’t know where he is.”
“Okay, well, he’s not here, did you call the others?”
“Yeah, they didn’t answer, they’re probably sleeping.”
“Look, it’s Harry, I’m sure he didn’t go far. Where are you?”
“On my way to Liam’s,” I said, knowing Liam would at least be able to think straight and figure this out – I was starting to panic.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” Zayn said, and we hung up.
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