Evelyn's POV:

I walked for two hours or something until I finally found the hotel. It turns out that the people who I asked for directions gave me inaccurate ones or I just followed them wrong. The sun was just setting, so I made it before dark luckily.

Four boys were waiting for me at the lobby. They were pacing around and didn't notice me yet. I tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Hi," I said.

He turned around and gasped, hugging me tightly. "Where were you? We were so worried." His eyes stared questioningly at mine.

"I got lost," I admitted, wringing my hands. "Where's Niall? He's in bed, right?"

"Why would he be in bed?" Liam asked. "He went out, searching for you."

"Fuck," I groaned. "He has a fever!" Without another word, I dashed out.

Wait, did he bring his phone with him? If he did, we could call him and tell him I was safe and sound. But then I thought that if he heard that I went missing, would he grab his phone? Well, I wouldn't. I'd be in too much of a hurry.

Attempting to memorize my surroundings this time, I crossed my fingers in hope that the kidnapper wouldn't be around. I shivered as goosebumps popped up on my skin. I had forgotten to bring my jacket when I had hastily ran outside.

"Niall! Niall!" I tried shouting his name, but stopped when no one answered, and when some pedestrians shot me dirty looks.

I strained my ears for any screaming fans. Surely someone would recognize him. After all, their lame disguises couldn't help anyone. But there was no sound except for the shuffling of feet and the beginning of a soft wind.

Turning back, I hugged my arms tightly. But back in the lobby, only three people remained. "Where's Harry?" I asked, while inside, I was screaming in anger.

"He went to find you," Zayn answered and I kicked his shin in frustration.

"Whoops, sorry," I apologized as he groaned. Trying to calm my rising hysteria, I took a long, calming breath. "Gotta go!" Ripping the jacket off a surprised Liam, I put it on while stomping outside. Again.

"Fuck you, Niall and Harry," I grumbled under my breath, still shivering despite the warmth the jacket gave me. I reached inside the pocket and found Liam's cell phone. That's good, at least.

For the rest of the night, I searched for the two boys. How big was London, anyway? The sun started to rise (I couldn't find those boys for the whole fucking night!) and I yawned. I think I fell asleep standing up but I bumped into someone.

"Evelyn?" A voice asked.

"Niall?" Both of our voices sounded extremely tired, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I probably had those, too.

"Let's go back," I mumbled, hoping that Harry would have the sense to go back to the hotel.

"Yeah," Niall agreed sleepily and we staggered to the hotel.

"Do you have food in your room?" I asked as my stomach rumbled.

"No," he replied, "but Zayn does."

I took the hotel room key for Zayn's room and unlocked it. We crept in silently. "Where's it?" I hissed.

"There!" He pointed to the desk.

"Mmm," I said as Niall and I stuffed our faces. He grinned tiredly while chewing on a candy bar. Suddenly, the light turned on and I heard Zayn's voice.

"Busted."