Chapter 24

{AN. I apologize for the last chapter being so short:( it'll be better this time I swearrrrr. Keep reading my lovelies. xx,erin<3}

NIALL'S POV

Today is Macey's birthday and she hasn't called or texted me in a week. Ive sat by my iPhone waiting. Waiting. And waiting for a week and 2 days for simply a message that said anything at all. I get bullshit in return.

"Macey...please.. I need to spend the rest of the life I have left with...you...."

No niall. don't pull this self pity shit. that is not going to get Macey. You're going to live if it kills you, man. Yes that is screwed over, but I'm going to live to see mine and maceys little boys and girls grow up to be sophisticated gentlemen and women. I want to be the only man macey ever loves. I want to be the only man that is ever with her intimately. I'm not being jealous, I'm just saying that... Macey is the love of my life, and even if I'm dead, it's going to kill me to think about her loving someone else. I can't Stand the thought. But I also cannot stand the idea that she would be alone without me. That hurts. Zayn isn't good enough for her. Hell, im not good enough for her. How is some random Ireland guy worth a goddamn goddess like Macey?

I've got to go to her flat. I've got to. I decide to walk, because if her dad is home, he doesn't like the sound my car makes. I don't hear it, but he does, and he says it gives him a migraine. I take a shortcut through the alley between Macey flat and zayn's flat. they're right by each other, oh well. I climb up the fire escape as I have many times before, and up to the 4th floor I go. On my arrival, however, I come up to broken class and Maceys....cutting scissors...along with her favorite lipgloss from Mac. Why the hell is this stuff out here?

What I see next, I actually pee myself. Maceys father is standing at her door, holding on tightly to his wife's photo and a butcher fucking knife. "You know where she is, don't you?"

Holy shit. Macey ran away. I feel myself wetting my pants and mutter a curse or two.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fulson.." I decide to act like her mum isn't late. "I was here to look for her. she hasn't texted or called me in like a week and it's her birthday."

"want her phone? catch, punk." he throws the iPhone 5s with the floral case at me, reflex makes me catch it perfectly.

Part of me is scared to move. The part of me that has common sense is telling me to get my ass out of here. I run back down the fire escape. I have no idea how what I did next came to mind, but it just happened. I ran into the building next and said to the receptionist,"I need to speak with Zayn Malik."

ZAYN'S POV

I'm watching television in my comic styled boxers and a white wife beater when niall Horan runs into my flat crying his eyes out.

"Woah mate, what's wrong?" It's about Macey. it's got to be. "OH MY GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?!"

"ran away..."he tries to say."Phone at home... no one knows...she is.."

"she's gone. it's her birthday.. I was going to take her to the cinema and to eat ice cream..." it was a tradition. We'd go to see whatever cheesy love movie we can find, and afterwards we would go eat ice cream at the local shop. Her favorite is mint chocolate chip with chocolate syrup, a dash a caramel, and gummie Bears.

"We have to get her." I say.

Niall has a clueless look on his face. "Where would she go?"

I know macey. We actually talked about this one time. How we would run away. She said if she ever ran away, she wouldn't go to a specific place. She'd drive to the horizon. She'd get out of this city and chase the sun.

"She's following the road. Come on. we're getting in the car." I run to put pants and a shirt on. To get this done, I have to think like macey. What would macey do.

okay I'm Macey. I just ran away and I'm in my car. I wanted to glance at Zayn's on my way leaving, so I turned left. I have no phone because I didn't answer my texts.

Niall and I pull out left. We reach an intersection and I think like Macey.

I want to turn left. That's what Macey would do. I've got to think. Her car has pretty good gas mileage and she usually gets gas on Fridays. it's Wednesday. Her tank was probably 1/3 full. She has her purse. her keys are always in her purse.

"How do you know all this shit?" Niall asks.

"I know my babe." I say with my eyes locked on the road. I swear I saw a flash of jealousy in niall's face. I smirk slightly.

We passed a gas station. She stopped there. For two reasons: to get sour patch kids and gas. I'm good at being my babe.

After about two hours of niall peeing every 15 minutes and doing what macey would, sure enough, we pull into the cheapest hotel we can find, and Macey's car is in the parking lot. Thank God we found her.

NIALL'S POV

Macey's car. She's here. Thank God. I quickly get out, go to the restroom, and go to the receptionist.

"Macey Fulson's room" I say.

The woman didn't look to pleasing. She was about 50 years old and obviously smoked. 4teeth at least were rotting out of her mouth, and her light brown eyes were also blue in some parts. Her hair was stringy and dyed blackish purple. She had a tattoo on her fore arm that read: "it's okay not to be okay" and another on her neck that said "dream on". Her nails looked like individual knives coming from her fingers and they were a sickly yellow. Her dark brown shirt made her look like a prisoner and her wrinkles made her seem even tougher. I'm never getting a tattoo.

"Why you want her fucking room?" she's American.

"She's my girlfriend." I say.

"room 17. first floor. knock your ass out."

I run down the hall to room 17 and knock. I breathe deeply, and smile. Unfortunately, my smile fades when a guy I do not know opens the door looking quite roughed up.

"Who's there baby?" macey giggles from the back.

holy shit.