*My dear readers, for this chapter I suggest you guys to listen to this song called Hymn for the missing by Red. It goes really well with the last part of this chapter. You don't have to but this piece is a lovely piece. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etQ5Jzv45Qw*


The next day at school, Becka was worried not just because she didn't get her algebra homework done in time for class but Louis or Harry was a school. They would never miss school unless something happened to one or the other. She knows that they are together obviously because of their actions, willingly to wait for the day when they tell her, but determined to figure out what the hell happened.

As she walks out of the schools parking lot, she glances over to the other side of the lot and notice Skyelar and James standing by a silver car talking to the person inside. Becka knows this is a stupid idea but before she could processes her thoughts, she, slowly, makes her way to black car that's close by to ease drop the conversation.

"The last thing I heard was that he dropped by the house, got what he wanted and left," James said to the person.

Becka peeped her head out to see James and Skyelar still talking until the engine of the silver car stops and a woman gets out of the car. Becka gasped, covering her mouth then hid behind the black car hoping no one heard or saw her existence.

"They did leave a shitty mess though leaving him on the floor unconscious, ow!" Skyelar snickers. "What the hell James!"

"What do you mean 'a shitty mess'!"

"Skye, shut the fuck up!"

"What?"

"Answer me god damn it!"

Becka looks back over the group in shock, James and Skyelar were breathless.

"They fucking knocked Louis unconscious on the floor because he was fighting them so they couldn't find Harry. They tore that whole place upside down, I mean, it looks like fucking shit everything is broken. Shattered glass all over the floor, broken picture frames, furniture tossed over-," Skyelar ran her mouth in pride until James covered her mouth.

Becka got up from behind the car and ran straight towards Louis's house. She banged on the door hoping nothing like they said was true but after a couple minute she opened up the door to see the mess that Skyelar described. She scanned over the house, she remembered everything was nice and clean but now destroyed then she saw Louis lying on the floor, not moving.

"Louis?" Becka waited or him to answer but nothing. "Louis!"

Becka ran over to Louis's body, saw the dried up blood on his head and thought for the worst.

"Louis, Louis wake up!" Becka rolled his limp body over. "Louis please wake up! God damn it Louis, you better not be fucking dead! Please, wake up. For Harry."

Tears rolled down Becka face as she placed her head on his chest. There, a soft heart beat, Louis wasn't dead. Becka lied down next to Louis as she listened to the soft rhythm, "Wake up, please?"

"H-Harry?"

Becka shot her head up to see Louis moving around as he tries to open his eyes, "Louis."

Louis sat up from the floor holding his head as he looked around the room then everything came back to him as he shot up and ran to his room, "Harry!"

Becka chased after Louis into his room to find Louis sitting on his knees in front of his closet where Harry was supposed to be but the closet was empty.

"They took him and it's all my fault," Louis whispered to himself.

Becka got down on her knees right beside of Louis and put her arms around him as he cried, "Louis, it wasn't your fault. You tried to stop them to protect Harry by hiding him in the closet but they knocked you on the head and found him. You fought them Louis, don't ever say you didn't try because you did."

Louis cried harder. He lost the one thing he cared about and now he can't get him back, even if he tried he wouldn't know where to start at. Becka left Louis alone in his room hoping that everything would be okay, but she knew that would be a lie.

Later on that night, Louis woke up sweating screaming out, "Harry!" he searched around his bed hoping that he would find that boy laying next to him but just as he thought, the bed was empty and cold. Louis grabbed Harry's pillow and hugged it tight hoping he would come back. Nothing, Louis couldn't fall back to sleep all he could think about was the nightmare.
Louis got out of the bed, he had to clear out his thoughts, but he couldn't. When he needed to calm down, his mother would sing him a song or play a gentle tune but that was a long time ago. Louis left his room across the halls to a locked door. Louis pulled out a spare key he had in his room and opened the door to see his mothers grand piano still covered up with a white sheet. Louis walked over to the piano with a small smile on his face remembering the good memories he had of his mother teaching him how to play but now its different. Since his father left, nothing was the same even after they took his sister away Louis was never the same old Louis. He stopped playing the piano because it hurts so much but now he can't do it no more. Louis is tired of holding everything inside of him, he has to let go and this was his medicine.

Louis took off the white sheet, placed it on the ground and sat down on the bench in front of the piano. The nightmare replayed in his head as he closed his eyes and began to play letting his finger moved gracefully across the black and white keys.

*Louis dream*

I tried to walk together but the night was growing dark

Louis and Harry were walking down the side walk in the park talking about their day, laughing but soon as the sun started to set Harry told Louis he had to leave.

Thought you were beside me but I reached and you were gone

Louis asked Harry why he was leaving but Harry said nothing. Harry turned away from Louis but as Louis reached out to stop Harry, he was gone.

Sometime I hear you calling out from some lost and distance shore
I hear you crying softly for the way it was before

Louis called out for Harry as he was left alone in the dark. He could hear Harry screaming out his name asking Louis to help him but when Louis ran after the call, the screams would be farther away as if he couldn't get to Harry in time to be saved.

Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again? Are you alone? Are you afraid? Are you searching for me? Why did you go? I had to stay Now I'm reaching for you Will you wait? Will you wait? Will I see you again?

After chasing the voice, it began to see hopeless for Louis so Louis fell upon his knees and gave up. Louis cried, he couldn't give up on Harry but it seemed as if each time he tried Harry is moving farther away from him, making it harder for Louis to save to poor boy. Harry would scream louder for Louis so would scream back asking question, "Where are you Harry? Are you lost or hurt? Are you alone? Afraid?" Then Louis, again, heard Harry's cry but this time a cry of pain. Louis then screamed, "Why did you have to go, Harry? Will I find you again? Will you wait? Or will I see you again?"

*Dream over*

Louis had tears rolling down his face. Not only was that dream a nightmare he feared but this dreamed reminded him of what happened and what he should do to save Harry. Louis gave a small smile on his face as he continued playing the piece on the piano.

You took it with you when you left these scars are just a trace
Now it wanders lost and wounded this heart that I misplaced

Where are you now?
Are you lost? Will I find you again?
Are you alone? Are you afraid?
Are you searching for me?
Why did you go? I had to stay.
Now I'm reaching for you.
Will you wait? Will you wait?
Will I see you again?

This was Louis, crying out for anyone to hear him. But mostly this was his cry so that maybe Harry could hear those cries to know that Louis is going to save him.

Notes

Here is another chapter for you guys. I'm sorry for taking so long..... but I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.