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"I can't find anything. None of his friends thought he was acting weird or hiding something. Megan said Harry had been working as efficiently as usual. He was fine." Des sighed angrily, resting his head on the table in exhaustion. They've hardly slept since Harry's been missing and it's taking a toll on them.

"Did he start hanging out with someone?" Anne asked Gemma. Gemma bit her lip, wondering if she should spill the beans so quickly. She doesn't really have a choice though.

"There's this guy. He came to visit Harry a lot at the café. I met him once at the mall with Harry and he was very handsy with him. I've been trying to track him down but the only lead I have is Zayn and he said Louis left the country for business—"

"D-Did you say, Louis? Louis Tomlinson?" Gemma perked up at the fact that her dad knew who she was talking about. Maybe he had leads that she didn't.

"That's him." Des' face paled instantly, no color to be seen. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

How could this have happened?

"If he took Harry, we're never going to get him back," Des whispered in disbelief. He felt his chest tightening as tears sprung into his eyes.

"W-What do you mean?" Anne asked frantically. She grabbed at Des' shirt when he didn't answer, shaking him in anger. "What the hell do you mean Desmond?!" She screamed, but he only let his tears of pure despair and sadness run down his cheeks.

"Louis, he..." Des hesitated.

"Dad, how do you know him?" Gemma asked sharply. Des looked up at her.

"H-He was my dealer. He's the one who got me hooked on harder drugs. Oh god—" Des let out a sob as reality hit him. "It's all my fault! Louis took my wallet the last time we spoke and it had a picture of you kids in it! He asked about Harry! H-How did I not see this coming?!" Des screamed, hitting the table in anger. Anne and Gemma were speechless, whether from the new information, Des' outburst, or both, it didn't matter.

They just needed to know everything.

"So he's a drug dealer, if you tell the police—"

"No!" Des snapped with wide, scared eyes. "H-He's not just a drug dealer! He's behind every bad thing that happens in not only London but the entirety of England! He isn't someone you can just tell the police to go get!!" Des was shaking in fear for his son, not being able to imagine the horrible things that have been done to him.

He couldn't do it.

He felt like someone ripped all of his organs out of his body and he could no longer function. His heart was constantly skipping beats, his lungs wouldn't work, and his brain was going haywire.

Harry really was gone because of him. Just not in the way they thought.

But this was much, much worse than he could have thought.

"Why not, Des?!" Anne sneered, her fists clenched tightly onto his shirt. Des closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

"Drug dealing, murders, and prostitution. Those are the most innocent things he does." Des looked up at his wife and daughter, eyes fierce with anger. "He kidnaps men and women alike for human trafficking. He has clubs all over the world where he takes people he's kidnapped and forced them to become sex slaves for the "club" members." Des watched as both their faces pale in fear. Anne gasped, letting go of Des and grabbed Gemma's hand as she sat back down. She holds Gemma's hand tightly, feeling her throat close in.

"I-Is Harry going to be put through tha—"

"I don't think so," Des sighed in despair, resting his head on his hands.

"W-What do yo—"

"I saw the way he looked at the picture, how he looked at Harry." Gemma swallowed hard.

"Louis was so touchy with him, even in front of me. He looked at Harry like he wanted to devour him." Des nodded.

"If anything, I think Harry's going through worse than what we think." Des stared at the oak table, his mind going in so many different directions. "Fuck, we're screwed."

"Des, we can't just give up!" Anne screamed. Des knew that they didn't understand. How could they? They've never seen the horrible things Louis had done. They can't imagine what he's probably doing to his precious son right now.

"Oh god," Des muttered in disbelief.

"Des—"

"We can't do shit, Anne! He will kill us without a second thought. He's a fucking psychopath!" Des screamed in frustration, his face red with anger. "I watched him cut some guy's hand off because he accidentally stepped on his fucking shoe and scuffed it! He isn't someone you can just mess with!" He was at himself but also at the girls because they just couldn't get it.

He knows it's not their fault but he needed someone to take some of his anger.

"Dad, I'm not giving up—" Des looked at Gemma with wide eyes before he interrupted her.

"Who said anything about giving up? Of course we aren't giving up!" He said appalled. They girls looked at him in bewilderment.

"But you just said—"

"I said we couldn't do anything, but that doesn't mean it's a lost cause..." Des pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, hesitating before pushing the contact for the only other person he swore to keep away from Harry.

"Des?" Anne asked, grabbing his hand.

"I have someone we can call." Gemma and Anne looked at each other with hesitance their eyes.

"Who?"

"Cole's son—"

"Leo."

******

Zayn walked in the moonlight to the place Gemma asked to meet him.

It was currently midnight and the snow was shining as it fell down in slight flurries. He walked to the tiny bridge the park had that went over a tiny little lake, only to see Gemma standing there. Her eyes shined in the glow of the moon, but he could see the anger they held.

Her gaze was colder than the January air that surrounded them.

"You lied," she said, her voice breaking the tiniest bit. Zayn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took a step towards her to try and comfort her, seeing how truly distraught she was. But she only stepped away.

"What are you talking about?"

"Y-You promised. You promised he had nothing to do with it!" She cried, her emotions swarming inside her heart like a hurricane. Zayn, being the master of hiding his emotions, buried the fear and anxiousness he felt.

How'd she find out?

"Who? Louis?" He asked to throw her off but he knew she wouldn't be easily deterred.

She knew and now she was angry.

"No, the fucking Pope—Of course I'm fucking talking about Louis, you idiot!" She screamed, her fists clenched into tight fists. "My dad and I connected the dots that your Louis is Louis Tomlinson. A drug dealing, psychopathic murderer! He saw a picture in my dad's wallet of Harry and I and then he started stalking Harry! And then, after Harry was sad and vulnerable after a fight with dad, Louis took him and has been keeping him ever since. Am I correct?" She sneered, reaching to grab something from her back pocket.

"Gemma, you're talking crazy—"

"I didn't come here for a confession," she sneered, pulling a switchblade out. "I came here to tell you that I don't care what or who he is, we will get my brother back and I will kill you both if I have too." Gemma turned to walk away, only to feel a hand on her wrist. She swung her arm around and cut Zayn on his cheek, stepping away as he grabbed it in pain.

"Don't fucking touch me." Zayn looked up at her and grabbed her again, making sure she couldn't cut him. He grabbed her wrists and held onto her tightly as he leaned into her ear. "Let me go—"

"I've been trying to get him out," Zayn whispered in her ear as he pulled her close. She struggles ceased and she pulled back to look at him.

"W-What?" She whispered out

in disbelief.

"We can't talk here. We'll talk soon but not here. For now, you need to go home and make sure your family stays low. Louis' already on edge about other things and I don't want you lot to tip him over. It will be bad," Zayn whispered, pulling back to look her in the eyes. They looked so similar to Harry's with that anger and confusion mixed inside of them.

They were really were so similar that it made Zayn's head spin.

"Zayn?" Gemma questioned, still holding the switchblade in her hand as his tight grip on her wrists remained. "Let me go, Zayn," she muttered, glaring at him. He slowly leaned in, resting his forehead against hers with his mind racing. She looked at him with wide eyes as she stood frozen in her spot.

"Gem, I need you to trust me. Promise me you'll get them to back off. For now." That's when her anger flooded back full force and her struggles to free herself from him started again.

"You knew where my brother was as you watched me cry and break down. You left him with some psychopath who has probably done things to him that I don't even want to know about. You let him take the only person in the family that kept us together. You took Harry from us, and you want me to trust you?" She sneered, freeing herself from his grip. She backed away before he could grab her again.

"Gem—"

"Shut up!"

"You guys can't do anything to get Harry back, only things that'll get him hurt and you all killed," Zayn said, trying his hardest to reason with her.

He won't forgive himself if Gemma becomes a victim of Louis like her father and brother.

"We're going to get him back, with or without your help. And at this point, I don't even know if I want your help." Her eyes shone with anger and confusion but also determination. She turned and started walking away, leaving Zayn standing there alone.

"Damnit, Gemma," Zayn sighed in irritation. But also helplessness.

And that was something he never felt until he met the Styles siblings.