Bereft (h.s)

32. Always got me.

Chapter 32

Alycia's Pov.

"Wait" I started as my brain tried to process as fast as it could in the moment. "You what?" I asked with pure confusion.

What does he even mean?

"I— I hired someone." He said but still didn't elaborate. He was staring deep into my eyes and he didn't let go of my hands. He didn't know what to do and I could tell.

"Like, to watch me? You hired someone to watch me?" I asked and he immediately shook his head in protest.

"No no, not like that. At all. I hired someone to just...watch around your place. A private investigator if i'm being completely honest. Just to see who was coming in your place. He got pictures but it never showed Dylan's face. It was always a picture from behind or far away. That night I asked you to stay, he had seen someone, i'm assuming Dylan, trying to tamper with your lock." He stated and I dropped his hands just so I could get up and walk around to try and process what he just told me.

"You hired a private investigator." I stated. I didn't ask. I was just trying to make what he said sink in. "How long ago?" I asked as I looked at him.

"I mean...a while ago." "When?" I asked again and he sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Like...sometime after the note on your car. Maybe a couple days after." He said so quietly, like he was ashamed. My eyes widened at the fact that he did it before we were even doing anything. He barely knew me.

"And you were never going to tell me?" I asked and he stood up. "I didn't know how. I promise I eventually was but you and I happened before I could. I didn't wanna fuck anything up by telling you. I never had him watch you though. I promise you that. I only had him watch for suspicious shit." He said as he walked closer to me but he didn't touch me.

It's like he didn't know if he should.

Is that the strange man I saw all those times with the camera?

"I saw a man with a camera around the building a few times. Was that him?" I asked and he nodded. "Probably. I saw him once when you and I were on our way up to you apartment." He said and my brain seriously can't process all of this.

Harry is nosey. He wants to know everything to do with the situation. He has since the beginning and i'm private about it. Very. I always have been. I hate how he pushes. Yet, I know he doesn't mean to. He's just curious and worried. But he tells me nothing about himself and it's so fucking frustrating. We're dating yet we've know nothing about each others family. Or anything really personal besides the fucked up shit. Not to mention, we've never even been on a date which is fine. It's not my thing to sit down at dinner dates really but it's all strange to me.

What are we even doing?

Not to mention I feel even more invaded that he hired someone to watch around my apartment building. I don't know. I have to also look at this entire situation as a whole from his perspective. If I was in his shoes, i'd be very worried too. However, he hired someone to watch my place though and I genuinely think he was going to try and get away with never telling me. Fuck i'm confused.

I sighed and sat down on the couch which he followed when he sat beside me.

"What the fuck are we doing?" I asked in a big sigh when I leaned back, too fucking stuck in my thoughts.

"What do you mean?" He asked and I wasn't looking at him because my eyes were stuck looking around. Every time I look at him, I forget my point.

"Well. You hired someone behind my back to watch who comes in and out of my place. All because you know all about my fucked up and abusive ex boyfriend. I know the bare minimum when it comes to you. I know your moms name and only because I asked. I know you struggle with substance abuse sometimes and i'm pretty sure you're on something right now." I said and this time I looked at him and he was just staring deep in my eyes.