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Chapter Twelve

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"Sir? Sir? Are you okay?" I ask as I shake the unconscious body that's on the floor.

Worry takes over me as I look around the house. There's broken glass all over the floor, the door was wide open when I got here, the sofa is flipped over and pillows lay everywhere. There's a pretty build man on the floor and blood is dripping from his head.

I start to panic.

"Sir? Wake up!" I shake the body again. My cap falls from my head, revealing my blond hair. I throw the pizza box on the floor and grab the man with both my hands. In the year I've been a pizza deliverer, I've never seen something like this before.

Much to my relief, the body on the floor tenses. Slowly, the man's eyes open and meet my blue ones.

"Thank god, Sir. I thought you were dead!"

I grab the man by his arms in an attempt to help him up, but he pushes me away.

"Who are you?" The stranger snarls and I flinch.

"I-I'm Niall. I c-came to deliver your pizza" I grab the pizza box from the floor and hold it out to him.

"I didn't order a pizza" he shouts and snatches the box from me. He throws it away in anger. The box opens as it's flying through the room and the pizza flies out. The food hits the wall, leaving a print of tomato and cheese.

My eyes widen and I step back slowly. "I-I think I going to-"

"No you're not" the man cuts me in. "You need to tell me"

"Tell you what?"

"Did you see two lads? They're your age" the man caresses a hand through his hair in frustration. "They were in a rush, scared. Did you see them?"

I bite the inside of my cheek to pretend to be thinking. "Nope. Not that I remember, Sir"

The man's eyes grow darker as he walks closer to me. A lump appears in my throat.

"You really didn't see anything? Nothing that seemed strange to you?"

I can smell his breath since his face is not far from mine. He smells like beer and cigarettes, mixed with something like a dead animal. This man is not okay. I don't know what it is, but I just don't like him. Something just isn't right.

"No" I say, trying to sound brave, but my voice betrays me. I sound nervous as hell. The man grabs me by my collar and lifts me off the ground. I don't know what to do. "I did see a car speed down the road, though. It almost ran over my toes. The car came from this direction"

The man groans and lets go of me. I adjust my shirt and walk over to grab my cap. I put it on, hiding most of my blond hair. I'm also very proud of this cap so I don't want to lose it. A slice of pizza is printed on the front along with the name of the company I work for. I probably look like an idiot wearing it, but I like it.

"I need your phone" The dark voice speaks again. I sigh. Can't this man just leave me alone? "Hand me your phone now!" I search my pockets and hand him my phone with a shaking hand. "911? Hello, this is Jack Cox"

I pinch myself to somehow help myself to remember the name.

Jack Cox.

"I want to report two missing boys. I came to visit them, but when I arrived at their house, the door was kicked in and things are broken. The house is empty now" 'Jack' shoots me a look as I look at him in confusion. "They must have been kidnaped"

The man sounds really desperate, but I can tell it's fake.

I can quietly hear a woman on the other side of the phone ask for names.

"Louis Tomlinson" Jack answers her. "He was wearing a white tank top and some gray sweatpants. I don't think he was wearing any shoes. The other boy is Harry Styles" a hint of disgust takes over Jack's voice. "He was wearing a black shirt and a beanie I believe. And also some gray sweatpants"

After exchanging some more information, Jack hands me back my phone. "Are those missing boys your sons?" I ask curiously.

I notice that Jack hesitates but then answered; 'Yes'.

"So you came to visit them?" I ask further.

"Yes," Jack confirms. He crosses his arms over his chest, but so do I.

"And when you got here, the house was already wrecked like this?" I tilt my head to the side and straighten my back. I narrow my eyes at him and an invisible smirk appears on my face.

"Yeah?"

"So then please explain to me, Sir, how do you know what these guys were wearing? I mean, they were already gone when you got here" I know Jack is lying. Something doesn't feel right. I don't trust this man. "Also, how come all of you have different last names?"

Jack drops his arms from his chest and takes a deep breath. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't. Not even a second later, he hurries out of the house.

I spin around and watch him get to his car through the opened front door. Jack yells something about not telling anyone before he drives away.

I'm alone now in a wrecked home. Worried and confused. With pizza splashed on the wall and no money for it to return to my boss with. Great, I'm probably going to get fired.

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Louis' POV

The sun is slowly coming up, making the sky turn into a mixture of orange, purple and pink. It's quite beautiful.

I have no idea where we are. Since we got into the car last night, we have been driving. We've not even stopped once. We're long past the inhabited city. All I can see now is desert or farmers' fields. We're driving down this small, gravel road in the middle of nowhere.

Harry has drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat. The cuts and bruises are still visible on his face and his hands are holding his stomach as he sleeps. I check my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and I have bags under them. To my horror, my face looks pretty damaged as well. My chin is a dark shade of blue and there's a cut in my eyebrow.

I feel better now that we're so far away from Jack. Though it hurts that we're miles away from out new home. Our new start.

I take a deep breath and relax my shoulders. I turn on the radio and try to get a good signal. All the sound that's coming out is rustle.

Harry groans.

Oops, I think I woke him up with the radio... "Hi," Harry says croaky.

"Sorry," I whisper.

Another groan follows from Harry though and he grabs his stomach tighter. He's in a lot of pain.

"Are you okay, love?" I let go of the steering wheel and grab Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry, babe" he tries his best to fake a smile. "Are you?"

"I'm okay, don't worry about me either. How's your stomach?" I look back on the road.

"It hurts" Harry says as if it isn't obvious. I look at him and see him roll his eyes. I chuckle and a giggle form Harry follows. "I'll be fine. I'm just glad we're away from Jack"

I agree by giving him a smile. We keep silent for a while. And I just watch the beautiful landscape go by in faint streaks.

"Lou?" Harry says after a while. I hum. "Where are we exactly?"

"I'm not quite sure..." I say slowly as I look around. I can't help but laugh a little, though.

Harry chuckles too. "I kind of like the adventure. Not knowing where we're going and all" Harry sits himself up with the little power he has left. He leans his head against the window and he's about to close his eyes, but a loud bang keeps him from doing so.

Harry shoots up. I look in the mirror and there's smoke coming from the back of the car. Harry points to the petrol gauge and we both watch the arrow go to zero. The vehicle starts to wobble and to slow down. I quickly pull over to the side of the road, but the car already stops halfway there. We're out of gasoline...

"Dammit!" I yell as I slam my fists on the steering wheel. I cover my face with my hands in frustration. I'm about to cry or something, but loud laughter from Harry fills the silence in the car.

"Ouch, laughing hurts!" Harry shouts as he grabs a hold of his stomach again. Though, he can't stop laughing.

"Harry!" I say indignantly. "This isn't funny! We're in the middle of fucking nowhere and the car has just stopped!"

I'm panicking, but Harry only starts to laugh more. "Ouch, Lou, stop making me laugh! Don't look at me, it hurts!"

"What the bloody fuck, Harry? I am making you laugh?" I point a finger at myself and I'm pretty sure I look offended. "Get real"

"You look so pissed off" Harry laughs harder, but he also looks close to crying from the pain. "It's so funny"

I huff and slap his arm. Harry still keeps laughing, telling me I'm a troll.

I cross my arms and sink into my seat.

After quite a while, the curly idiot next to me has finally calmed down. I raise my eyebrows at him once he looks at me. Raising my eyebrow actually hurts my cut, but I ignore the pain. Harry's cheeks are wet with tears from laughing. I can't help but chuckle at the sight, even though he's still an idiot. "What the hell was that?" I ask.

"I don't know" he laughs. "It's just ironic, though. We keep escaping, but we just can't get away"

"And that's funny?" I ask.

"Well, no, but whatever... My nap helped too and your face was just priceless when the car stopped" Harry start to laugh again and I shake my head at him.

"But now what, though?" I ask, but Harry just shrugs. "Great help," I tease. "We should search for a filling station... Or an inhabited part of this country at least"

Harry agrees. It's our only option. We can't stay here forever. The problem is just that we have no idea how far it is from here to an inhabited part of the country. It might take us hours to walk or maybe even days!

"Can you walk?" I ask Harry before I get out of the car.

"I think so, yeah" Harry answers. I help him out of the vehicle. Harry tries to take a few steps. I keep holding him. I need to make sure he's really strong enough to walk. "I'm good, babe" He smiles down at me. I let go of him carefully before I close the door of the car.

We both take a deep breath before we start to walk..

A/N: A picture of Harry in sweatpants and a beanie is on the side, because idk.. It's just what Harry's wearing in my story now and I mean., C'mon! He looks hot like that ;)

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