A/N: SO, SORRY FOR THE LONGGGGG WAIT. We both lost inspiration for this story, but it returned!
Hope you enjoy this! And sorry that its a bit short...

~Hunter & Bree xx.

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Anonymous POV 2

I was walking through town, just trying to get a good memory of where everything was. I was new to the city and I wanted to figure out the way around town the best way possible.

I looked up from my phone and I noticed a young boy, around my age being followed. I watched the guy pull something from his pocket and he put it around the boys face. The boy went limp in a matter of seconds, and my eyes widened. I looked around and saw there wasn’t anyone else. I took out my phone and started to film what was happening.

Louis POV

“Correct you are,” Tom sneered at Louis. 

“What do you want? I never did anything to you.”

“Well, I was given the job to actually grab Harry, but he was too hard to catch. As you, you were so easy, walking down the street all by yourself. Didn’t your mother ever tell you to always walk with a buddy?”

“Don’t you dare talk about that worthless piece of shit. She has done nothing but ruined my life. I want nothing to do with her.”

“Well, seeing as your mother told me to do this, the reason why, I don’t know, I’m not surprised.”

“Seriously, you don’t know why she hates me?”

“No, she never told me that part.”

“It’s because I’m gay, she never liked the idea of being with a boy. Especially, Harry. Ever since the accident, I hadn’t been able to remember anything about my life before I had moved. My Mum won me in the custody battle and she started filling me with all these lies about who the green eyes that always appeared in my dreams was. She told me I was just seeing things and not to worry. But, ever since we moved back I’ve been remembering everything, and she hates it. She especially hates Harry because he’s the main reason why I’m remembering everything. But, there’s still one memory I haven’t been able to see, the one reason why she has hated Harry all this time.”

“Wow, she’s messed up big time.”

They both laugh. “She was the one who broke all my bones as well.”

“She really needs help, but I’m sorry I can’t let you go. She’s actually threatened my family, I can’t lose them.”

“So, I guess we’re both stuck here, huh?”

“I guess so.”

Harry POV

I started to freak out, Louis wasn’t answering any of my phone calls. I called him over fifty times, maybe not that much, but it keeps going into voicemail.

I dial it one more time. “Please pick up, please pick up,”

“You have reached Louis Tomlinson. I can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message--”

“Fuck!” I scream, making the other people around me turn to look my way. I sit down on my porch and put my head into my hands and start to rock back and forth.

“Um, excuse me?” I heard a voice say in front of me.

I moved my head up to look at them. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I was told that you knew this lad?” He showed me a photo of Louis being dragged away by a guy dressed in all black.

I screamed and almost dropped the strangers phone, I put my head into my hands to try to wrap  my brain around what was happening. My Louis is in danger and I wasn’t there to help him.

“Mate, you alright?” he asked as he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. But, where did this happen and how long ago?” I asked as I wiped the few stray tears that were still falling down my cheeks.

“Not sure of the street because I just moved here, but it happened around like noon-ish. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew to get some evidence before I brought it to the police.”

“Wait a minute, what did the man look like?” I asked as I stood up and put my hands on both of his shoulders.

“About six-foot, grayish hair, broad shoulders...how is this supposed to help? He sounds like a normal middle aged man to me.”

“But, I do have one question for you: did you get a good look at his face? Was there anything different that could set him apart from others?” I asked desperately.

“Ohh, yeah, he had some freaky scar that went from the top of his forehead, over his eye lid and halfway down his cheek.”

“I know who he is.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s that fellow’s idiotic uncle. Come on let’s go. I have someplace I need to visit."

“Um, okay…?”

“Oh, the name is Harry and you?”

“It’s Brian.”

“Alright Brian, you my friend are going to help get Louis back.”