Strong(sequel to Still the One)

Harry
Lauren always responds immediately to my texts. Either that, or she doesn't read them. I'd sent her twenty texts in the past hour, and although all of them had been read, not once did I get a reply. It was very unlike her. Jordan was at swim practice, so I decided to pay Lauren a visit. It wasn't a mistake to go, but it was one of the worst things I had ever encountered.
20 minutes later
Finally, I arrived at the girls' apartment. A drive that normally takes five minutes took twenty in the rush-hour traffic I went through.
Quickly mumbling a hello to the receptionist, I walked to the elevator and pressed eight. There were only nine floors, and the girls had the privledge of being that close. When I reached their floor, I briskly walked out of the elevator and right towards the room.
My signature knock was three raps and a smack of the knocker.
No response. I tried again, much to my dismay. After another three tries, I resorted to taking the spare key from under the flower pot and letting myself in, making sure to return it to its proper spot.
"Lauren?" I called. The lights were on. She had to be home.
I searched the entire apartment for what seemed like hours. The only place I hadn't checked was Lauren and Jordan's bathroom. At first, she didn't appear to be there. But the. I opened the door to the water closet and found her laying unconscious in a pool of her own blood.
The only thing worse was what I saw in her hand.
Her teal Venus razor.
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Niall
Jordan and I were currently on the phone making dinner plans for that night.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Chessecake Factory." She loves that place.

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