”Wait… what?!” I shouted through the phone thinking that this must the most rude, evil and terrible prank in history. “Where are you?”

“Fabric. The nightclub,” she sobbed. “You have to come now!”

“But…” I began with the tears over floating in my eyes, but then Nathalie’s face peeped through the door with a smile that immediately faded once she saw me. I, on the other hand, haven’t been happier to see her. “I’m on my way,” I quickly corrected my answer to Aida and hung up the phone.



“What has happened?” both she and Niall exclaimed once I was running around finding my stuff.

“I’m sorry, Nathalie, I would love to stay and hear about your date, he certainly seems like a great guy. I… I will call you sometime, then we can talk, don’t know when that will be though, not sure about anything right now.”


This was the endless stream of incoherent words that came out of my mouth as I started crying heavier and heavier, it didn’t seem to want to stop until Niall interrupted me by yelling:

“Maja! You need to tell us what is going on!” He was now on his feet and looking at me with both a confused, but also anxious expression.

“It’s… Em. She’s gone, Aida and the guys can’t find her, I need to get to the nightclub, Fabric,” I sobbed as I put on my jacket.

“Good, we’ll go now then,” Niall just said and I couldn’t help but feel very thankful that he didn’t want me to elaborate any further about anything since I wasn’t at all in a condition to do that. “I’m really looking forward to hear about Aidan, Nathalie, you do look rather happy,” he said to my confused colleague shaking her hand.

“Yeah, me too, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” I said walking over and kissing her cheek. “Uhm… Brady is sleeping, leftover dinner in the fridge, not much left though cause Niall was hungry, and there’s still a bit of coffee left in the kitchen…”

“Maja, Maja, stop it, everything’s fine, you two just hurry to that nightclub,” she cut in as she sensed my words starting to go crazy again.

I didn’t wait around for another second before I followed Niall, who was already out the door.



The trip to Fabric probably didn’t take more than ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like eternity before we pulled up to a club with a lot of neon lights that seemed more blinding than they would have done under other circumstances.

Among all those lights there were a few of a different color. The blue flashes came from the top of a police car that had pulled over right in front of us and right there two policemen were talking to someone who looked like Harry, easily recognized by his curly head of hair. Both Niall and I jumped out of the car at the same time and ran straight towards them.


“Please stay back!” one of the policemen exclaimed once he saw us, but Harry cut in as soon as he saw us.

“No it’s okay, they’re our friends.”

“What has happened?!” we vigorously asked at the same time.

“Well…” he began scratching his neck hesitating. “Em. We don’t know where she is. We’ve been in this club partying, everybody was a bit drunk, but suddenly… I think it was when we were dancing… Em was gone. We haven’t seen her since and that’s… two hours ago.”

“Oh my God,” I mumbled behind the hands I had put up in front of my mouth. “You don’t know what happened?”

The poor boy shook his head looking tired and sad, it made me want to cry even more.

“We’re concerned about the problems with drugs at this place, we’re concerned that it might be something like that,” the other policeman informed me.

“Drug raping?” Niall asked and they all nodded as I saw Aida come running towards us. Her face was red, wet and swollen as she threw her arms around my neck.


None of us said anything, we just stood with our arms around each other and crying loudly, obviously not caring about the glances that were sent at us from strangers.


“I don’t know what to do,” Aida whispered in my hair as I tried to compose my breathing.

“Where are the others?” I asked.

“Well, it was only us four going out, but the rest are here now. I think Louis is trying to calm down Liam,” she answered with several deep heaves rapidly interrupting her sentence.

“Oh poor Liam,” I said as the tears started reappearing in my eyes. She took me towards the corner of the building with the bright lights and the loud music and behind that I found Liam sitting on the wet foundation but he didn’t really seem to care, he literally looked like an insane person as he sat with his hands pulling in his hair, tears running down his face and a voice that did these noises that made me squirm inside over and over again, it looked so scary.
Louis was sitting on his knees in front of him saying some words in the most comforting tone he could ever manage at that moment in this kind of situation, but he looked rather resigned himself as it didn’t look like any of it ever got to Liam.

Eleanor suddenly came over to me and hugged me as well. I could tell that she’d been crying but somehow she’d accomplished to stay calm even as she stood glancing over at Liam’s scary condition.


“It’s going to be okay,” I heard Louis mumble.

“I could kill myself!” he suddenly yelled shrilly and made all of us jump slightly. “I knew I should have joined her on that dance floor, but it was just so crowded and people were going crazy, so Harry and I stayed at the bar, I’m such an idiot!”

“None of this is your fault!” Louis shouted at him and the desperate tone in his voice made me cry once again at the thought of what Em’s boyfriend might feel at this point. I turned towards Aida asking:

“What exactly happened? On that dance floor?”

“We were jumping around between a hell of a lot of people… and then… she just disappeared behind some tall guys. I looked for her and then went back to the boys at the bar thinking that might have thought the same way. But she hadn’t. So we looked for her in the club, outside and all over this neighborhood. But… we just can’t find her.” As she said those last few words she went right back to the same sobbing and tearful condition that she’d just struggled to keep away for a few seconds.


The fact that there were now paparazzi’s running around us with flashing blitzes only held back by more police force that had now arrived didn’t make it easier to keep a cool head in all this madness.

Niall and Harry were dealing with all the information being exchanged between us and the police, but apparently they couldn’t report her missing before after 24 hours, the only thing they could do was to make sure the situation at the club didn’t go too much out of hand, especially with the fame of the boys causing a lot more hysteria than usual.


Worrying about the medias and headlines all over the newspapers tomorrow seemed so weird and unthinkable in all this mess. None of us had any idea what to do, even though we all felt so god damn restless and the fact that all we could do was to wait was killing us and making us go crazy for each second, since we this way were all left alone with our own terrible thought of what might have happened to our dear friend.

Even though the policemen kept telling us to calm down and go home to sleep, none of us couldn’t bring ourselves to leave the place where Em had once been visible.

I imagined her walking towards me with the same kind and knowing smile that she used to give me whenever I needed it, she was my best friend and just thinking about someone doing anything bad to such a lovely person was eating me up from inside out.


Liam wasn’t crying anymore, but that didn’t calm me down on behalf of his since I kept concerning about that he might have gotten serious about his words earlier.


I don’t know what time it was, but the pizza place right next to Fabric where we’d been sitting – no to eat – but it was warmer inside, was closing for the night.

Zayn had arrived, but Perrie was in LA doing a few concerts and so we hadn’t called her yet when we still didn’t know what to say.

The silence was deafening but we were all too tired and exhausted to cry anymore.


Suddenly Harry’s phone was bussing in his pocket and since it was his number that we’d given the police, we all looked up with expressions that were filled with both hope, but also fear of what we might be told.


“Hello?” Harry said as we all moved closer hoping to hear some of the words coming through the phone, but without any success so instead we just stared at him as he did a few nods and mumbled a few yes’s.

“They think they found her,” he said when he’d hung up and was putting on his jacket. We all jumped up shouting question and trying to block each other’s voices. When we were finally quiet it was possible to hear the words that Harry said:

“A girl had found her and called an ambulance and the police. We need to get to the hospital.”


That last bit made the most of us struggle with breathing again, but luckily a few were capable of using some energy on calming the rest of us down; Louis took care of Eleanor and Liam, Harry of Aida and Niall of me by brushing his fingers lightly over my hand as we ran out to Niall and Louis’ cars.


That drive almost felt like it took longer than the one towards Fabric.


“The hospital…” Liam mumbled from the back of the car. “What do you think has happened to her?”

At that point I suddenly felt just a tiny bit of energy left to help Louis soothing that poor guy a bit and not only think about myself and my own feelings.

“Liam, I’m sure that it’s nothing major,” I said and turned around to look at him. “We all need to think a bit positive in this kind of situation. You know, for Em.”


It wasn’t until my last few words that he actually looked like he was listening. I don’t know if it helped on any of his probably anxious thoughts but at least he wasn’t mumbling any of those curses that he’d been doing all night as we walked down the halls in the hospital that was a different one than the one that I’d been staying in.

I didn’t know what was going on, I just know that Niall and Harry were the ones to lead the way towards some stair, some elevator and some hall. We ended up getting a welcome and a handshake of a doctor.


“You’re friends of Em Olsen?” he asked us and we all nodded vigorously.

“She’s not conscious yet. But she’s fine, she will probably need some quiet and since you are a lot of people gathered here now, I suggest…”

“What has happened to her?” Liam cut in with a trembling voice as he stood and corrected his clothes and running fingers aggressively through his hair.

“Well, we’re not done doing studying her bruises…” the doctor began but then I heard myself shout:

“Bruises? What kind of bruises?!”

“We’ve found cocaine in her blood tests and a bad concussion had knocked her unconscious for a while, when she was found,” he informed us as I heard Aida do a few sobs biting down on her fist in order to calm down, Harry’s soft rubbing on her back didn’t seem to help much either.

“What else?” Niall asked as he brushed his hand around my neck with the same purpose as Harry.

“Well…”

We could all tell that the doctor hesitated telling us this part which only made us a lot more anxious and moving closer to him as he spoke the words I knew would hurt:

“She was found… without her clothes on.”



I couldn’t see much of it through my tears, but it was easy to tell that all sorts of things happened around me; Liam threw himself down on the nearest chair sobbing loudly, Aida’s hand started to bleed from the biting that she’d been doing too hard on it at that point, Zayn took a deep breath as the tears were building up in his eyes for the first time that night and Louis did all he could to comfort Eleanor, who looked so miserable as she stood there with her arms around herself crying.

That was what I saw right before I hid my face in Niall’s chest.



“Was she raped?” Liam shouted not looking up the floor that his eyes were clinched to.

“We’ve found bruises both around and inside the vaginal parts and so that will be my guess,” the doctor said.


It didn’t take long for me to make Niall’s t-shirt completely soaked in my tears even though I had my eyes pinched together all the time, apparently thinking that I this way could let out the horrifying images that was forming inside my head now.

I think Louis had given up on trying calming down Liam, I guess at this point he also felt terrible and scared as well as the rest of us.


“Did you find any… DNA of some sort?” Harry asked with a strong voice I think surprised all of us as we looked up immediately waiting for answer.

“No. The rapist must’ve worn a condom, which also reduces the chances of any sexually transmitted diseases, but we haven’t got the answers back from the tests,” he said.

“Oh my God, poor Em,” Eleanor sobbed in to Louis’ shoulder.

“But…” the doctor then began making us stare at him once again. “The rape itself is not what we are worrying about…”

Notes

You guys wanted an update, so here it is! What do you think could possibly be worse than the rape comitted towards our dear Em? Leave a comment, let me hear you thoughts about this! :-D Love all of you <3 Don't forget to vote as well!