Niall’s POV (Never done this one before so...)

“Dakota!” I yell after her when she slams the door. “Wait,” I mutter uselessly.

I can’t believe she has that many bruises. She had patches of blue on her cheeks, cuts on her wrists, marks on her chest, and scars along her arms. I can’t believe they do that to her. She’s such a beautiful girl. I was traumatized when I saw her broken body, but I was wonder struck on how beautiful her body is. She has curves in all the right places, nice bum, petite frame. She thinks she's fat. Please. She needs to gain weight. Not lose it.

“Niall?” Harry growls. Before I can turn, my body is tackled to the ground. He has me pinned down with an angry look. God, this boy is going to kill me. “What do you do?”

“Nothing!” I tell him when he forces my head to the ground again. “I swear! All I did was tell her that she’s beautiful. She wouldn't believe me so she took off her sweater and washed off her makeup!”

He’s ripped off of me by Liam and Zayn while Louis helps me up. Harry calms down. I brush myself off and straighten my hoodie. "What?"

I sigh, "I asked her if she wanted a slice of pizza. She said no and that she's trying to lose weight. I told her she was skinny. Then she said she needed to look perfect. Long story short, I told her we think she's fine, but she chooses not to believe it. As proof, she showed me what she was like." I leave out the part of me telling her Harry has a crush on her.

Zayn says, "What did she look like?"

"Beautiful," I tell him and Harry calms down even more. "She just has bruises here and there. And she's really skinny. But she's actually very pretty." Harry breaks away from the boys so he can sit down on the couch. Just to see his eyes drain of happiness, it makes me sad.

Oh Dakota. Only if you knew how much he cared.

Harry's POV

She left because Niall said she's pretty? Why doesn't she believe us when we tell her how gorgeous she is? I know there's a million other girls that want me, but this one is special. I want to tell her she's beautiful. To hold her in my arms again. To call her mine. I wish she'd believe us.

"Do you know where she went?" I ask.

Niall shakes his head, "No. She just ran off. I have no idea where she is."

I sigh. Where would she be? London is a huge city. She could be anywhere. Even if I did find her, she wouldn't want to come with me. I'd have to drag her by her ankles with screams ripped out of her throat.

Have you ever loved somebody you know doesn't love you back? The fact that they won't give you the time of day hurts. When they don't trust you hurts even more. I just want to help her. Be her savior. Is it that wrong to help? I was raised to be a gentleman. To be kind to the ladies. It hurts my pride when she denies me.

"She might be at the café," Zayn says giving me hope. "You said it yourself that she wrote she goes there for alone time. Why not this time? It'd make a lot of sense."

Before anyone had any input, I grab my car keys and run out the door. I have to find her. Even if I might waste a few hours to see her not there, but it's worth a shot. I ignore their calls so as I run to my car and start it up. Birmingham is about a two hour drive. If I'm fast enough, I can get there in one. A law may or may not be broken... I get onto the road and drive quickly.

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12 missed calls. 7 voice messages. 31 texts. Jeez. They know where I'm going. Why all the worrying? I park my car two blocks away from the café to keep fans from knowing. The last thing I need is her two least favorite things. Girls and crowds. I don't think she'd like them mixed together.

Receiving odd looks from people since I'm the famous Harry Styles in a messy attire. I wasn't planning on going out other than earlier this morning. I just have jeans, a loose blue shirt, gray hoodie, and two different colored Converse. I look so fly, don't I?

Despite the flashes going off, I run to the window of the café hoping to see Dakota. I see two blondes, five guys, and eight brunettes. None of which are the one I'm looking for. My heart almost stops knowing I came all the way here for nothing. My hopes were up so high, only to be let down.

I kick the closest object which happens to a soda can. Man, people really should clean up around here. Then again, I shouldn't even be here. I came here for no reason. So I broke the speed limit for nothing... Wait a minute. You guys heard nothing.

Maybe I should go home now. There's nothing I need to do here except leaving. Guess calling the guys is a good move. I pull out my phone and dial Niall. I hope he's not too mad that I smashed his head on the ground. Yeah, I have anger issues as you can tell. Tackling him actually sounded like a good idea then. Now, not so much. Now it seems like a douche move.

One ring... Two rings... Three rings... And straight to voice mail. His mailbox keeps going with the same message he saved a couple months ago. "Hey, this is Niall. I can't find my phone or something so leave a message and I'll ring you up later." Then it beeps. Okay so they call nonstop, but they ignore me? Fine. Be like that. I dial Louis this time seeing if he answers.

One ring... Two rings... Three rings... Voice mail There goes the recording. "Hi whoever this is. This is Louis. Can't get to the phone right now, but I'll call you back. Leave a message and have a lovely day. Bye!" Jesus. Not him too.

I try Zayn and I go straight to voice mail "Hi. Sorry I can't answer. Just leave a message and hopefully, I'll get back to you." There goes the beep. Maybe Liam will answer. I call him up and just like the others, I go to voice mail "Hello. I can't answer at the moment so please leave me a message and I will call you later. Bye."

Jeez. Be like that! Call and spam me with texts and don't answer your phone, why don't you. I turn off my phone and start walking. If they don't want to talk to me, fine. They can go f*ck themselves. They can find me if they want.

Niall's POV

"Louis do you even know how to get to Birmingham?" For the past hour, he's been driving. None of us really know how to get there and Louis got in the driver's seat first. We're all doubting him, but we don't really have a choice. We got in a mini fight and, well, long story short we threw our phones and have no idea where they are.

"Yes, I know how to get there, now stop doubting me!" He says and gets off at an exit.

I lean back in my seat staring out the window. Harry is one fast driver. When we got outside, his car was gone and there were some skid marks. That boy must really care about her if he left in such a rush. I've never seen Harry try so hard to get a girl. He's more a one try guy. But he's persistent with this one.

We tried calling him to make sure okay and if he found her, but he didn't answer. He didn't even call back-

Buzz. Buzz.

"He's calling one of us!" Zayn yells."Someone find the phone!"

We scramble around trying to find whoever's phone is ringing. It might be mine since I put it on vibrate. When it stops we all groan. Dammit. Soon, another one goes off and we're trying to find it. Where would it be? When that one stops, you know the drill. When the fourth one stops, there's no more rings. Dammit Harry! Why couldn't you just wait for one damn minute!

Notes

Guess what? I'm going to the One Direction concert tomorrow! They are going to be in my city! Just a couple blocks from my house! Holy bajeebers. (I can't swear in front of my parents so I say that.) I can't wait! I love Zayn.

In the meantime while I write up another chapter, name a pigeon Kevin, eat some carrots, eat ice cream with a fork, get a cat, and fan girl over how hot Zayn is. Don't forget to vote for the Teen Choice Awards!