“Hi, Claire.”
“What is it?” My heart begins to beat faster.
“Harry’s missing.”
“What?”
“I got up to go to the bathroom just after three a.m. and stuck my head in to check on him, and he wasn’t in bed.”
I sit up in a rush. “What do you mean?”
“He snuck out, Claire, and he hasn’t come back.”
I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears. “Why didn’t you call me?” I stammer.
“I did, but you haven’t been answering.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“We’ve looked everywhere and contacted all of his friends. We thought he would come back before we were supposed to wake up so he wouldn’t get caught, but nobody has seen him.”
My heart drops.
“What?” Tristan whispers.
“Harry’s missing.”
He screws up his face. “Huh?”
“I’m on my way.” I hang up and jump out of bed.
Chapter 21
The hour-long car trip to Long Island has been a living hell. Tristan is quiet and has his hand protectively on my leg, and I’m staring out the window, trying to hold back tears. I’ve called Harrison no fewer than a hundred times, and I know his phone is probably about to go dead. Fletcher and his friends are all out looking for him. No sign.
“He’ll be fine,” Tris whispers.
“Where could he be?” I whisper. My eyes fill with tears as I lose the ability to hold it in any longer.
“Baby.” Tristan puts his arm around me and pulls me close. “I’ll find him. I promise you,” he whispers into my hair. “I am going to kill him when I find him . . . but I will find him, regardless.”
We pull onto my street, and I see my friends’ and parents’ cars all at my house. My heart drops in my chest. I shouldn’t have gone last night. The car stops. “Thank you,” I cry. I get out and run inside, and my mother’s scared eyes meet mine.
“Mom,” I whisper. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know, love. We’ve looked everywhere.”
I screw up my face in tears. “Oh my God.” She pulls me into a hug, and the door bangs behind us. I turn to see Tristan awkwardly standing in the foyer, unsure what to do.
“Oh, Mom and Dad, this is Tristan.”
Tristan smiles and shakes their hands. “Hello, nice to meet you.”
“I’m going to kill that kid when I find him,” my dad murmurs.
Tristan raises his eyebrows, and I know he’s thinking get in line. “I’m going to call Fletch and see where he is,” Tristan says.
“Okay.”