Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 41

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I walk into the police station to look for Detective Walter; he's taken over my case now. I assume it must be bigger than I thought because I only had a regular officer helping me before. A young officer directs me to the detective's office and knocks on the door. I hear a muffled come-in on the other side of the door. I walk into a man in his mid-forties, I assume—some gray strands interweaving with his dark brown hair.

"Hello Miss Cole, come in, sit."

I go to the seat in front of his desk while I hear the door click shut. I fold my hands over my lap and twiddle with the thumbs. I'm nervous, what's so important that I had to come in instead of telling over the phone.

"Okay, so I'm Detective Walter, and I have taken over this case because of what you reported a couple of weeks ago. The previous officer on the case missed a major warning sign."

"Which was?"

"Well, you said the mugger actually didn't take anything from you. Which was suspicious, but what he missed is that you said the man told you, "burn in hell, homewrecker." Now that threat was clearly a motive. It just wasn't some words he said in the heat of the moment."

"Okay, so what are you saying exactly." I'm tired of him beating around the bush.

"I'm saying that this was an attempted murder. I don't know how they didn't see that earlier, but I'll find whoever did this, Miss Cole."

"Melanie, please," I corrected with a horrible feeling in my stomach.

So someone really targeted me with the intention to kill. I hoped it was just a sicko who attacked because I was the only person nearby. Now knowing they probably watched me for days waiting for the perfect moment. Oh my god. No, they planned it. I remember that day my car wouldn't start. I assumed it just a bad day, but now they wanted me to walk to work so they could kill me. If I weren't so stupid and just called a cab or something, none of it would've happened. Harry and I would still be in our happy bubble.

"Melanie, did you hear me?"

I look up at his blue eyes, not realizing I completely spaced out. I clear my throat and let him repeat what he said.

"Do you know anyone who would have a motive to kill you?"

God, I never thought I would be asked that question. This is all just too much. I take a breath and think. Who did I piss off enough that they want me dead?

"Burn in hell, homewrecker!"

Oh god, Jasmine. But it was a man who did it. Did she hire a hitman? Is she that insane?

"Jasmine Saed. She was my boyfriend's fiancé and thinks I'm to blame for ruining their relationship. Is that a good enough motive?"

"You be surprised what a broken heart makes people do. We'll look into her to see if she's behind it. Let me know if you think of anyone else." I nod and leave his office.

If it was Jasmine, why didn't she just do it herself? You think since she hates me so much that she would be the one who stabbed me.

"Oh, and another thing, Melanie. We'll have an officer monitoring you and your house. I think since you're not dead, you might still be in danger."

You mean Jasmine might come and finish the job herself. God, what am I going to tell Harry? He probably won't think Jasmine is capable of this, which is why I think she is. No one would expect a friendly, pretty photographer.

I get in my car and drive home, of course, with a cop car not far behind following me. Fuck, this is insane!

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"God, when will they leave?" Stephen asks. He agreed to help me with B&B today. I'm going to get Mel's Nest up and running soon. Many of my memories have come back in the past few weeks, and it's just the last few months I'm hazy on.

"When they catch my attempted murder."

"You mean, when they that catch that bitch, Jasmine."

Stephen is the only one I told. I didn't want Harry trying to take matters into his own hands and going over to hers. It would've messed up the detective's plan. He only knows the cops are watching me if the attacker comes back, whoever they may be.

They took Jasmine into custody shortly after I met Detective Walter, but he couldn't hold her since they had no evidence. She said she didn't even know I was hurt, such a load of shit. Even if she didn't do it, Zayn would've told her, and she would've happily danced on my grave if I didn't make it. I know this whole innocent act is just to get the attention off of her. She told them she met this guy right after the break-up and who joked about killing his ex and told him about me. She joked about killing me, and a couple of weeks later, it almost happened. If that wasn't a confession, I don't know what is.

Now the cops are trying to track down the guy. They didn't tell me his name, so I don't know anything else that's going on.

"I never liked her. Even before you said, you wanted Harry back. She was always snobby towards me." Stephen's face scowls, and I try my best not to crack a smile.

We had pretty much everything done, but I forgot a couple of decorations for the living and dining room at home. I tell Stephen I have to go home and grab them. I wanted to finish this today.

"Alright, I'll go home too. But we need to hang out again soon. I think the whole gang should."

"Okay, what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know yet. I'll text you when I know."

I chuckle and wave him goodbye when he gets in his car. Locking up the doors, I head to my car and head home. I think about what Stephen said, and it would be nice for all of us to hang out again. I missed my friends, and these past two months have sucked for everyone. But now that my memories are pretty much back, I think we all can get our lives back to normal.

Soon as I park, the black car parks across the street. I wave to George in his undercover police car. He's nice, but I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I hope they wrap this case up soon.

The house is empty. Well, it is time for Harry's daily jog. I wish I had the motivation to exercise every day. I go to the hallway closet to grab the extra decorations. My body stiffens when I hear a noise from the bedroom. I take my phone out of my pocket, ready to dial George. The bedroom door is cracked open, and I peep inside to see if I'll find anything suspicious.

"Fuck!" Harry moans. He was stroking his cock on the bed. His head is tilting back with a couple of curls sticking to his forehead.

My face heats up. Here, I thought I was in danger, and it was just Harry masturbating. I should look away, but I can't. His moans and whimpers send tingles across my body. It looks like he really wants to release.

Now that I think about it's been two months since we did anything. He's probably got blue balls waiting for me. I crack a smile. Maybe I should help him out then.

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