Camila's POV

"You can't just fire me!" I said, tears streaming down my face as my boss stood in front of me with a stern face, "What about my patients?"

I had walked into my office in the afternoon because I had a session with a client only to be confronted with boxes and a very angry boss.

"Camila you have broken some rules here, hell we could even press legal action. You are getting off lightly here!" I didn't want to say anything more, instead I just grabbed some of the boxes that had already been packed for me and I ran to my car.

I hit my steering wheel multiple times- how could I have been so stupid? I couldn't work out what had given my relationship away to my boss- Harry's management or my statement to the paparazzi.

The only thing I wanted to do when I got home was go upstairs to my bedroom and hide away under a blanket but these plans were changed when I saw a man sat on my doorstep with his head in his hands.

"Excuse me Sir? What are you doing here?" I asked in a timid voice, terrified of the trespasser.

The man looked up to me with watery eyes, I recognised his face immediately. After stalking Harry on the internet for many nights on end, I had become well acquainted with his band members' faces. The man sat on my doorstep was Louis, the one who he had been rumoured to be in a relationship with.

"He's gone," the man choked out, a few stray tears running down his cheeks.

"Who?" I said, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Harry, he went missing this morning. I called his phone and he wouldn't answer, so I went round to his house this afternoon and all I found was this note," he handed me a piece of paper which I held with shaky hands.

I've messed her life up. I've ruined something as perfect as her. The demons have returned, she won't be there to get rid of them this time. She probably hates me. I hate me.

- Goodbye, I am sorry that I couldn't have been stronger.

"Please tell me this isn't what it looks like," I said, shock almost paralyzing me.

"I think it is," he stood up and wrapped his arms around me; I couldn't tell if it was to comfort me or because he needed someone to cry on.

"We need to find him, he could still be out there!" I was talking like a madman, but I couldn't even dream of the alternative. Harry Styles had to be alive. He had to be.

Running back into my car, I saw Louis running to sit next to me in the passenger seat.

"Where could he have gone?" Louis asked, I could still hear the slight wobble in his voice and he wiped some fresh tears from under his eyes.

"I think I know," I whispered to myself, hoping that I wouldn't be too late.