Louis' POV
Claire was gone.
She….left.
Not me, she had left home. She wasn't here.
I was back, but she had left.
I stood in front of her home's shut door, staring at it like it would suddenly swing open with Claire on the other side, laughing at me for the panic written all over my face.
The cold air licked at the sweat gleaming on my nape, slowly evaporating the little warmth left behind from my hurried race to her doorstep. I had rushed here straight from Aston's place, caught the nearest flight, and ran the last stretch on foot.
I couldn't wait for all the needed work to be done to board my plane.
But it was all for naught.
Claire was gone.
Her mother had answered my frantic knocking, taking in my heaving breath and wild eyes with a look that could turn a man to stone.
"Took you long enough," she said, irritation glinting beneath her sharp words. Her eyes held anger I suppose I deserved. "Claire is gone. She is not here."
"What?"
