Harry Styles' Personal Spy

Part 16

*Sarah's P.O.V.*

"Why the hell does this dress have to be so freaking short?" I said to myself, crawling through the air vents.

I escaped Harry searching for my beloved laptop. If it went in the wrong hands all hell would break loose.

But for now I'm praying that no one has looked through it. I still had Cindy on the phone to help me locate the laptop through the vent systems.

"You're almost there! You just have to go.......down?" Cindy said through the phone more as a question.

"What are you-" I was cut off as I fell down a long shaft and shrieked. I landed on my ankle and start to swear under my breath.

"Are you okay?" I hear Cindy say very quietly because my phone was still at the top of the shaft where I dropped it.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine. Just sprained my ankle is all." I say sarcastically.

"Quiet! You made it to the room!" Cindy said.

I looked behind me to see a vent grid. I peeked through but my vision was blurry from the fall plus my trusty sunglasses broke. Wonderful.

"So when are we going to look through it?" A feminine voice says.

Why can't I hear clearly? I start to finger my ear, searching for the reason why I can't hear well. I seriously feel drunk now. It was a long drop....

"After I put this note in place. This might just work actually." A more masculine voice says.

"I can't wait to take him. He's so scrumptious!" The girl says.

Harry. Why did I think of that instantly? Did I hit my head that bad?

"Eyes in the prize. Got it." The boy said.

"Whatever." The girl said.

Then out of nowhere my phone begins to vibrate and falls off the edge of the shaft, landing straight on my head.

"Shit!" I mumble, rubbing my head. This day can't get any better.

"What was that?" The girl asks.

"I don't know. Where'd it come from?" The boy asked looking around now.

Crap.

I ducked down and slid back just in case they'd look through the vent. As I was backing away, I didn't notice there was another drop until my legs dropped and only my hands kept me from falling.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crappity crap crap.

"Probably nothing. Lets just get going." The girl said. And with that I heard a door shut.

I pull myself up and go back to the vent and kick it open out of frustration. I take my phone and slide out into the hotel room. I look at my phone to see who could've caused my potential death and see none other than....Harry Styles.

I hear footsteps come closer to the door and fumble to put the vent grid back onto the wall.

"I just need to grab my purse." I heard the girl say.

I take my phone and just try to find a spot to hide. I duck under the bed and hear the door open.

"Now where'd I put it?" I hear her say. She passes by the bed and I can see she's one of those fashionista types. Not the murderer type. But she did remind me of Genevieve. That's bad enough.

She keeps on looking around until I notice that the purse was right next to me. Crap.

I hear her step into the bathroom and gently push out the bag. She comes out and takes the purse.