Over Again

I couldn't. I just can't. I've contacted the police, I've talked to Gracie's family, thinking they would know where she would be, but nope.

I forgot that they never saw their dad, anyway.

It's been days, and I haven't gotten a call from Gracie again. The number she called from was blocked, so I couldn't call her back. And even if I did, who knows who would answer?

"Well, did the family know if the father had any other estates anywhere," Niall asked.

"No," I said, "they barely see him as it is."

I called in the boys. I don't want Niall to come though, but he did. Can you guess why? Because he thinks that him and Gracie are 'a thing.'

"You've called the police, yeah?" I nod at Harry, pacing a little faster.

"Zayn," Louis says, getting up and stopping me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and sits me down in a chair. "Relax."

"I can't," I say loudly. "She's..." I put my head in my hands.

Notes

Shout out to @not_any_maryjane! She reads my stories, and I read hers. I love hers, you all should go check it out if you haven't already. It's called DreamingOfYou, one of the best fanfics I've ever read!