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Chapter Sixteen

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Louis POV

I slowly open the door to our bedroom and find Harry sniffing. He's cried for hours last night and he still is now. The reality of losing Gloria hit him like a brick. He's broken.

I just went downstairs to get him some water. I place the glass on the nightstand and crawl next to him on the bed. He's curled up, his knees to his chest. I'm trying my best to comfort him, I've done almost all that comes to mind, but he can't stop crying. I wish I could cry too, though. I'm holding it in and I know it's not good, but I need to be strong for Harry. If we both break out in tears, who's going to make us stop? I feel like I need to keep it together and be there for my boyfriend.

I wrap my arms around Harry and hold him as tight as I can. I whisper sweet nothings into his ear while stroking his arm and caressing my other hand through his curly locks. We stay in this position for quite a while. Soft sobs leave his beautiful lips.

"Harry" I whisper after some time. "I got you a glass of water, love"

I sit up a little straighter and carefully place my hand on the back of his lowered head. I stroke his hair softly, which surprisingly makes him look up at me for the first time in the past twenty-four hours. Even though I'm relieved he allows me to look at him, the sight isn't pleasant. Two bloodshot, swollen eyes appear from under his curls.

"Babe..." I say in a sad and quiet voice. It breaks my heart to see him like this.

Harry sits up as well and I hand him the glass of water. He begins to sip on the liquid, but keeps staring at the wall opposites him.

"Harry, I hate to see you like this" I say honestly. I know this doesn't help him in any way, but I need to get it off my chest. "Please tell me what I can do"

Harry turns to me slowly after he puts away the water. He locks his eyes on mine.

"I-I'm..- I'm just so scared to lose her, Lou" he breaths and once the last word leaves his lips, he's a sobbing mess again.

He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head to my chest. I feel my shirt getting wet from his tears, but I couldn't care less. I gently run my hand over his back.

"I know, Hazz. We all are" I know it's not very helping -again- but I don't know what else to say.

"She's the mom I've never had. I can't lose my mom again"

The words hit me like a brick. How he said he can't lose his mom 'again' makes my heart ache. He's lost the woman he looked up to and grew to love once before. A long time ago, but it's still a very big wound that hasn't yet healed like at all. He can not lose Gloria and go through such a heartbreaking time again. Of course Gloria can't really help it and it's happening due something different, but I know this will hurt him even more. I don't think Harry lost his mom, though. His mom lost her son. The things she did to him and allowed Jack to do to him are sickening and I can't even put it to words. When Harry and I first met, Anne was his hero. He believe in her. He thought she was amazing and strong. I hate to say this, but Harry was so miserably wrong about her. She's weak and a coward and anything but a hero. Though, that did not make it any easier on Harry to lose his mother's care and love for him.

Harry doesn't deserve all of this.

Tears have formed in my eyes and I can't help but let them fall. I hope Harry doesn't notice.

I don't want to lose Gloria either. I'm not done thanking her for all she did for us. I love her and I want her to stay in our lives forever. I can't let her slip away from us. It's so unfair for this to happen to Gloria as well as it is for Harry. It makes me sick and that's why I can't help but cry right now. Everything is just so unfair.

Harry needs a woman in his life to care for him and to just be there when he needs someone. I will never stop caring for Harry and I will always be here for him. Always. But I see what a female influence does to his his life and the effect it has on him. I also just wish Harry could remember this time, his youth, in a positive way. That he can look back to it without cringing and for the pain to come back slamming in. But all Harry sees when he looks back is the beating up and the insults. Always being scared to come home or even to do something wrong. All he got told was how stupid he was and that people hated him for being him.

"Are you crying?" Harry suddenly asks. His cute face looks up at me as he sit up again. I smile through my tears at the sight of him. I nod slowly.

"I'm sorry" I whisper. Instead of answering, Harry leans in close and grabs my face. "What are you doing?" I ask in confusion, but I don't move away from him.

Harry's lips connect to mine he begins to suck on my lower lip. I can't help but let out a moan before Harry pulls away.

"I don't like to see you sad" he whispers to me. I open my mouth to say I'm sorry again, but as if he can read my mind, he cuts me in. "But I also don't want you to say sorry for exposing!" Harry tries to smile and I notice he has stopped crying.

"Me neither, love. I hate to see you cry" I tell him.

"You should've just kissed me" Harry says kind of in a seductive way. He crashes his lips on mine again. Soon our kissing turns into hot snogging.

Harry gets on top of me and I run my hand all over his naked torso.

Let's just say that me and Harry don't wear much clothes when we sleep.

I hear the bed start to make cracking noises as our snogging gets even rougher, but at this point I don't really care. I just want to be with Harry in this moment and feel him on me.

My hands travel all over Harry's familiar body and I can feel him squeeze my bum. We both start to moan. As much as I want to, I can't really hold them in. Harry removes my t-shirt and kisses from my neck down to just above my boxers. I buck my hips up and tangle my hands in his hair. When Harry moans again, our bedroom for opens..

Harry gets off of me quickly and I pull the sheets up to cover our bodies.

Gloria is standing in the doorway, grinning.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" she laughs nervously. "But why always so loud?"

I feel my cheeks getting a dark shade of pink as I try to cover them with the sheets. Besides me though, I hear Harry giggle. It keeps surprising me that Harry is never really embarrassed when he gets caught making out or practically having sex. The sound of him laughing makes me very happy, though.

Gloria laughs pretty loud when we don't answer. She's about to walk away, but Harry stops her.

"Gloria?" he asks quietly. Gloria turns back around and nods for Harry to continue talking. "How can you be so happy right now? Why aren't you in bed?"

"Harry, bebês" she begins and leans her side against the doorway. "I don't feel that sick! I'm feeling quite good today actually. I'm not going to die anytime soon, love. I'm about to get a baby! I'll stick around for a long time" Gloria tilts her head to the side as Harry takes a shaky breath and licks his lips. "I have you here with me and Zayn's only a phone call away. I'm the happiest person in the world"

It looks as if she means it. She's also looking genuinely happy today. She looks much better and fresher than the days before. I'm beginning too see her illness in a positive way. Gloria really doesn't seem like she'll be gone anytime soon. And it calms me.

Anyhow, it doesn't calm Harry. He starts to sniff again and tears form in his eyes. Gloria rushes over to him and sits down on the bed. She takes Harry in her arms.

"Harry, stop crying. I'm here now. You're safe and so am I. I'm not leaving you. I'll be with you forever and always. Even if you can't see or touch me anymore"

Harry keeps silent. Gloria just cuddles with Harry. I look at the two of them and feel kind of jealous somehow. I know Harry needs this but honestly I'm just as sad and devastated as he is. I don't want to lose Gloria either and I'm terrified as hell.

It's as if Gloria knows what I'm thinking when she pulls me by my wrist. I come closer and she pulls me into her and Harry's cuddle.

Gloria being the tease she is, she starts to tickle us. She's much like Harry in that matter. They're really alike.

Both Harry and I start to laugh hysterically and I wiggle out of her touch. Harry however doesn't give up so soon and carefully tickles the pregnant woman back.

"Shall we watch a movie, bebês?" She says laughing in attempt to make Harry stop tickling her.

The idea sounds inviting and we all agree. Harry and I slide back on our shirts and follow Gloria downstairs. We sit down on the couch with about five blankets wrapped around us. The movie starts.

I love moments like these.

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Gloria's POV

I've spent half this week watching movies with the boys. I think Harry just needs to be around me. I know Louis is hurt and scared as well, but he doesn't show. He's only keeping strong for his boyfriend. I think that's very sweet of him, but he doesn't need to keep all his sadness inside. That's no good for anybody. I wish he would just let it out. It'll heal faster that way.

We've watched about ten movies in the past few days and just finished watching the eleventh.

The three of us are seated on the couch in front of my small television. I'm placed in the middle with Harry leaning against me, resting his head on my shoulder on one side and Louis doing exactly the same on the other side. Even though I'm sat in between them, they're still holding hands. Both their hands rest on my pregnant belly while they fiddle with each other's fingers, like they always do.

I feel very safe and happy with Harry and Louis around me. I used to always take care of Zayn and he used to stay the nights here with me. I think he just got older and doesn't need to spend that much time with me anymore.

It might sound stupid, but because of that I often feel lonely. Even though he visits a lot in the daytime.

With Harry and Louis in the house I don't feel so lonely anymore. It's as if they're send from above. I knew they were going to change my life when I first saw them at that café.

"Gloria?"Louis asks me and I look up. "You probably don't want me to, but I'd like to cook for you tonight"

I watch him get up from the couch and he smirks at me. Louis is a terrible cook! Why would he even want to? My mind isn't clear for a seconds and I don't know if I should let him.

I turn around to look at Harry. He'll help me and tell me what to do. But when I our eyes meet, I see Harry smirking at me as well.

This is not good.

"What?" he says cheekily. "I've taught him what you have taught me"

Harry sounds so innocent and it causes me to smile. I turn back to Louis. His eyes are filled with hope and he's pouting.

"Pleaaase?" he asks, making the word longer. "Harry will help"

Before I could progress what's going on, Harry's besides his boyfriend. Both boys pout their lips and gave me puppy eyes. How could I say no to that?

"Okay" I says slowly. "I guess"

I watch how both of them jump in excitement and hop to the kitchen. I hear every possible cabinet open and a lot of ruffling. It worries me, but I better just turn around and have some trust in them.

I decide to just watch the bloopers of the movie we just watched to get my mind off of Louis' terrible cooking.

About half an hour later, Louis all my name. I get up with difficulty and hobble closer too them. When I walk around the corner, I'm met with the sight of a beautiful set table. There even are candles and the food smells quite alright.

Louis helps me sit down as Harry rushes from the the kitchen to the table and back to get all three of us glasses of water.

When we all sit down, Louis begins to explain what they made for this special dinner.

Harry placed some food onto my plate. He literally can not stop talking about how good Louis' cooking skills have become and how proud he was.

I kiss both of them before we eat.

To my surprise, the food tastes amazing. Harry was right and Louis did an amazing job.

When our plates are empty, Louis and Harry rush back into the kitchen with dirty plates. They also made me a desert they said.

I wait at the table. I lay my hand on my stomach and feel my little baby kick. In only a few more weeks I will have a son! I will finally be able to hold him in my arms. I'm sure the boys will fall in love with the baby as well!

I smile to myself at that thought, but suddenly a really bad headache takes over me. My head starts throbbing and my breath gets stuck in my throat. For a moment I feel like I'm about to vomit or pass out. I can feel my heart beating hard but slow in my throat. I know this is because of my disease and thankfully my doctor taught me how to keep calm in situations like these. If I'm going to panic right now and get my heart raising, I could die. But I'm not going to. I don't want to. Not this night.

I start to breathe through me stomach. Focussing on every puff of air that goes in and out. In a little time, it became easier for me to breathe again. And the throbbing in my head fades slowly.

Just when the awful feeling seems to have vanished, Harry and Louis come back rushing in. I don't want them to notice, so I smile brightly at them and don't say a thing. They're so adorable.

Placed in front of me are three cups with a different flavour ice cream in each of them. They're decorated with sprinkles and a piece of fruit on top. I smile genuinely this time. I'm so happy with these boys. I don't know where I'll be, but I will miss them so bad once I'm gone.

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Niall's POV

It's Friday which means that Jack will be back at the police station today. Last time he was here, I lost track of him thanks to me poking myself in the eye and officer Payne distracting me. I'd been looking for Jack for hours, but I couldn't find him so I gave up and went home. The days that followed I've spent looking for him as well, but I couldn't find a single track of him.

I know for a fact though that Jack will be here today, so I'm hiding in the bushes again. I'll just have to wait.

Poor officer Payne. I hope Jack doesn't kill him.

It's around 8 AM now, which means Jack will probably be awake. Due to all my spying on him, I've noticed that Jack gets up at 7:58 AM every morning. Isn't that weird? It's like his routine or something.

I've been in these stupid bushes for quite a while now, playing Mario Card on my phone. I have no clue when Jack will actually get here.

After a while, I hear a car pull up. When I look up from the bushes, I see the familiar cab and Jack walks out. I watch him rush over to the doors of the police station and step inside.

I wait a few minutes, just like the last time, before I step inside myself.

When I enter, Jack's already standing at the desk. There's no officer yet, Jack taps his fingers on the wood impatiently.

After a while officer Payne walks the corner. I watch him swallow the lump in his throat. "Hello, Sir" he gulps and Jack looks up.

"And? Did you find them?" Jack hisses.

Officer Payne is about to answer, but his eyes scan the building and drift off towards me. Shit! I totally forgot to hide myself. He opens his mouth to speak to me, but I quickly hold my finger to my lips. I hope he understands I want him to keep his mouth shut. He nods at me as invisible as possible, but Jack catches him staring.

I turn on my heels.

In the corner of my eye I see Jack spin around, but I'm out of the station just in time.

I'm trying to catch my breath as I lean against the wall around the corner of the building. The wind blows in my face and it calms me down. I plan to wait out here a little longer but I know I should get back. I might miss important things.

I take a deep breath and gather all my courage to get my ass back inside that building.

I open the door slowly and go to stand in the same spot as a few days before. I grab another magazine and pretend to be reading. Hopefully I didn't miss much.

"So we tried to trace both their phones, but they go back to their house. We searched the place, but there is no sign of them" Payne explains. He turns his computer screen to show Jack where the phones are traced to.

"I already know that they're not there!" Jacks shouts and throws his hands in the air.

"That's also where you called the police station from the night they went missing. That makes you a suspect" Payne adds with a smirk.

"Bullshit"

"You still are a suspect, though" Payne fires back. "Anyway, your sons don't have their phones with them"

"So? That's it then? You can't trace them so you just give up?" Jack's breathing starts to get heavier and his hands form into fists.

Officer Payne sighs. "An old woman called the station a few months ago. She saw something about your missing boys on television and said she'd seen two guys looking just like them in a café that same night. We don't know if they're still near that place, but it does mean that they're still together"

"I don't care if they're together!" Jack says furiously. "Just give me the damn address"

Officer Payne laughs. "Sir, I can't give you the address. That's confidential. I thought these boys are your sons. Why do you say you don't care if they're together?" Officer Payne is getting suspicious and I'm very thankful for that. Two other policemen seem to catch up on the conversation and go to stand by Liam.

Jack can't harm or threaten the sexy officer in this way. He's safe. Nobody says a thing, but hell can I feel the tension rising.

Jack caresses his hand though his hair in frustration and paces to one side and back to another. I pray to God he doesn't notice me. The three officers share a few looks, but keep their ground.

Then I notice the turned computer screen. It's turned in a way for Jack but also for me to see. Jack is just too stupid to take a good look at it, but I do.

On the screen are two red circles flashing. I assume those are their traced phones. But the address next to it is the address of their house, I remember that from the pizza delivery. On the side there's also a written out telephone conversation. I try my hardest to read it from here and I'm so relieved when I see it's the phone conversation with that old lady. I notice an address.

I grab my phone quickly and overwrite the address. I rush out of the building as fast as I can after.

I know that in one way or another Jack is going to get this address and even if he doesn't, I'm sure he can make these police officers look for those boys anyway. Whoever these boys are or what they look like or whatever they've done wrong, every bone in my body tells me I need to do something. I need to warn these boys. I have to tell them Jack is coming for them.

A/N: Yaayy the first chapter I have written in 2014! Happy New Year, sweeties! Make it a good one!!

Little warning: next chapter will be very sad... :(

Stay beautiful! xxxx