Harmony’s POV
“Welcome to my casa!” Tanner spread his arms out wide gesturing to his brilliant penthouse on the outskirts of town. I was amazed by the cleanliness of the place. He sure knew how to spiffy things up around his living quarters; for a guy that is. What I was most drawn to was the breathtaking view of London through the huge window that occupied one whole wall.

“You live here?” I asked in shock.

“Yep. It’s huge, and it gets really lonely, but this is what I call home,” he said hopping on his long, sectional couch, lifting his legs up onto the glass topped coffee table.

“How can you afford all of this?” the question slips from my mouth. I quickly bring my hand to my mouth as I realize what a bitch question that was. Tanner just isn’t the type person I would have expected to make enough money to live in this sort of place.

“Well, I started working when I was fifteen, so I have a lot of money saved from the many part time jobs I worked. Plus, my mom and dad had saved money for me to go to college, but I didn’t. With interest rate over the years, that sum of money is going to last me a long time. And last, my dad thinks it’s his obligation to send over money to me, something about ruining my childhood and wanting to make it better. In summary, I’ve got a lot of money, but I still work to make sure it doesn’t disappear on me.”

“Wow, I’m impressed. You might not have been the smartest kid in high school, but you sure know how to keep track of money.”

“It’s a gift. Anyway, you’ll be staying in the first room on the left. It’s really late, so I’ll take you shopping for clothes tomorrow, seeing as… you don’t have any! It will be fun!”

“You’re so weird. Good night, Tanner.”

“Good night!”

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I woke up the next morning with the smell of bacon filling my sinuses up as well as eggs and… burnt toast? I hopped out of the strange bed, and dragged my sluggish body into the kitchen where Tanner was cursing at the toaster. I lifted up my body to seat myself at the kitchen island. Maybe being hidden from a lunatic wasn’t such a bad idea. I get free food, and amazing homing. The only downfall to all of this is not being able to be with Harry, or any of my friends for that matter. I just hope they don’t forget me.

“Having trouble there?” I smirked as Tanner gave up on trying to make toast.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You think you’re so funny.”

“Well, aren’t I?”

“The funniest. Here’s your breakfast. Sorry, no toast,” he frowned and placed a full plate of food in front of me.

I stared at the aspiring hot plate of fresh food in front of me. I was almost drooling as the fresh steam wafted up off of the meal. I picked up the fork suddenly and started to stuff my face like there was no tomorrow. It was a very unladylike move, but I was starving for the taste of a good meal. You can’t exactly blame me for being trapped and underfed.

“Wow, I knew you would be hungry, but not that hungry,” Tanner said when I finished the hearty meal in less than 3 minutes.

“What can I say? I learned to eat it or have Niall eat it for you.” Tanner chuckled. “Speaking of Niall, are you sure I can’t call any of them?”

“Sorry, Harmony. One call, and my dad will be here before you can even say hello.” I frowned. There goes my day. “Well, I guess we have to get some stuff for you while you’re here. It’s going to be a while. We can’t have you going out in the same clothes you’ve been wearing, but I think I’ve got some of Vic’s old clothes. You’re about her size.” He started to walk away and towards his room.

“Vic?”

“Oh, yeah. Just an ex. We ended on good terms though. I never got the chance to return her stuff to her. I’m sure she won’t mind.”

I waited awkwardly in the same spot for him to return. When he came out, he had a neatly folded pile of clothes in his hand as well as the wig and shades from yesterday. He handed them to me and smiled.

“Is it okay if I take a shower too? I feel dirty,” I said shyly.

“Yeah. There’s one connected to your room, so go right ahead. I’ll wait.”

I thanked him graciously and went to clean up and change my clothes. I am so glad he had brought me jeans from his ex’s stash because London wasn’t as bright and sunny as California. I came out minutes later feeling better about myself. I carefully tucked my hair into the wig and put on the shades before walking out the door with Tanner. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85810422

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I was massively tired with all of the shopping we had done. We barely had five bags full of clothes and two pairs of shoes. If you hadn’t noticed, I’m an extremely picky shopper, but what we had gotten was enough. I couldn’t thank Tanner enough for what he was doing for me. It was almost like this situation was normal.

We were currently walking back down the back route to his penthouse, just chatting about how the past few years of our lives had been. He seemed vey intrigued to hear me and Harry’s story. Tanner has also changed a lot. He went from being a cocky jock to a civil and mature citizen.

“I work over there,” he pointed to the really expensive looking restaurant down across the way.

“As a waiter? Or…”

“I’m the manager,” he said.

“Woah. I didn’t know you were interested in that kind of business, considering almost all the food you had at lunch ended up being slung across the cafeteria.”

“Yeah, well people-”

“Wait! Can we stop there?” I ask. At the corner of the street was the American infamous British red telephone booth. Tanner looks up to see the direction of my stare.

“Well… I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Who would track a public phone call? Plus it’s a couple of blocks away from my place, so I suppose you can.”

I jumped in excitement. It’s a good thing I took the liberty of memorizing Harry’s phone number as well as Louis’ and Zayn’s. Tanner pocketed out some change for me; I handed him my share of the shopping bags and ran to the corner of the street.

Harry’s POV
We were officially back in London now, at the recording studio to be precise. My mind wasn’t as focused as normal. I kept on stumbling on words and singing off key. Sure they were new songs, but the guys all had them down fast. I was a mess.

“Alright, take a five boys,” Simon said.

I gladly stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air. Simon knew about Harmony’s disappearance. It was the first thing he asked when we all got here girlfriendless. If Harmony had been with us, we would have all returned to London. The odds just aren’t in our favor.

My ringtone for unknown numbers went off. I took out my phone and looked at the caller ID. The number was in the area, but I didn’t have the heart to talk to someone right now, no matter what it is this person might say. I pressed decline and walked back inside to get back to recording with the guys.

The rest of the recording session consisted of me messing up, and the boys trying to make me feel better. It didn’t matter what they tried though, because only one person could bring a smile back onto my face. I wish she were here with me now. I wish that she would at least give me sigh that she’s okay.

When we got back to our respective flats, I checked my phone again, but it was dead. I’ll just check it in the morning. I plugged it into the dock and went to another night of restless sleep.