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The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

Worries.

*Louis's POV*

As soon as Zayn left the room, I sunk down to the floor, not only in agony from the pain he had just caused me, but also out of pure self shame. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I ask about Harry when I know Jess is the one at real risk here? I can be a real idiot sometimes, as you can see. Liam walked over to me, and stretched out his muscular arm to help me up. What? Liam may be a brother to me, but, I can still fancy him if I like. He pulled me up, just as Niall walked in, his face stuffed with crisps. Liam leaned over to me.

"Like I said, you might want to see this..." He trailed off as he handed me Zayn's phone, the text from Harry still on the screen. When I saw what he had said, my heart sunk. No. This is not the Harry I know and love so much. Yet...It is. I can't believe my eyes. I grab my phone out of my pocket and decide to call him.

The tone rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

And then...

"Ello?" Finally.
"Harry, this is Louis. Where are you, mate?" He paused for a moment.
"I'm uh...I-I'm with Paul. Getting coffee."
"Sure you are. Listen, have you seen Jess?" He then immediatly responded.
"Nope. Not a chance. Uhm...W-why?" He should know he was supposed to be watching her!
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because we left you in charge of watching over her while we talked with Zayn?!" I heard him gulp.
"Oh, r-r-right...Uh...I-I had to...er...uh, you know, ah..."
"Harold Edward Styles! Where is she?!"
"W-w-whatever d-do you m-mean, Boobear?"
"Don't you fucking dare call me that! You know exactly what I mean! I'm going to ask you one last time...Where. Is. Jess?!" I yelled into the phone angrily.
"I-I d-don't know...?"
"Oh, you don't know? You don't suppose Paul would, do you? Why don't I have Niall call him right now?!"
"Louis, I-"
"Don't answer that! Niall!" I yelled to him from across the room.
"What?" He said, crisps falling from his mouth.
"Ugh, first of all, get a napkin. Second, I need you to call Paul right now. It's about Jess. I think she's in danger."
"Got it!"

I went back to my conversation with Harry.

"Alright, Harry. Niall's calling Paul right now. Anything else you'd like to say?" I heard him chuckle softly.
"Oh, well, I may as well tell you now. I kidnapped Jess, took her to my place, and raped her. Happy?"
"Oh m-m-my god...H-Harry...I-is that t-t-true?"
"Yep. You know, I never liked you. You're always one step ahead of me. Well, I'm just going to put it out there; Remember when I said I loved you, you know, like more than a brother?"
"Y-y-yeah...?" My voice was shaky.
"Well, I was bluffing. You're clingy, desperate, and I never even loved you as a brother, faggot! Bye!" And with that, he hung up, leaving me speechless.

How could he do this to me?!