Just Let Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter Thirty-Three - Investigation

Chapter Thirty-Three

~Harry~

The small crack of morning light that the window blind let through was hit my eyes just enough for them to activate my retinas. I rolled over and squeezed Kristen in my arms. At least,  I thought it was Kristen. When I opened my eyes, I found myself cuddling with a pillow. Embarrassed, I quickly let go and sat up.

Yesterday was so exhausting, I was grateful for the sleep in. Hosting a radio show and then performing was fun, and I enjoyed interacting with all the fans as well. Kristen came up multiple times in positive conversation from our fans. I know she would have liked to be so joyfully accepted that I wished I had pushed her to go to the radio station last night. I also missed her like crazy yesterday, that was the real reason I wished she had come. I felt that she was distant with me yesterday, not just in body, but in mind as well. A feeling ran over me that something was not right with her, but all that changed when she peaked her head out from the shower last night. Seeing her beautiful face calmed my heart and I could not help but want to admire her.

I smiled like an idiot as I remembered going to sleep with her in my arms. Nobody alive was as happy as me right now.

Curious to know where Kristen had went, I ventured out into the living room.  I called her name out, but the flat had stayed quiet. Louis must still be sleep because I heard no noise from him either. I walked past the kitchen and noticed something on the floor that didn't belong; a piece of toast. My heart started to beat faster, my body getting prepared for something, but what something? Kneeling down, I touched the bread. It was cold. What the heck?

Suddenly all the boys burst into the flat calling for me. "I'm in here." I called from the kitchen. Louis, my best friend lead the Hurd of my One Direction brothers. They stared at me in horror. Was my bed head that bad? Their stares made me nervous, and my stomach started to tighten, like I was going to be sick. What was going on?

"Harry," Louis started. " The truths out." Truths out, this could only mean one thing. Kristen! I stood abruptly and started to run frantically around the flat, calling for Kristen. "Where is she!" I said to no one in particular as I searched.

"She's gone." Louis said as he caught hold of my shoulder to stop me. He put a piece of paper in my hand, and on it was a handwritten letter.

Dear One Direction,

You all are wonderful people. I enjoyed getting to know each and everyone of you the past month I was here. Sadly, I am not sure what is to come of me now. I am off to try and make wrongs right. If you don't hear from me again, it means I lost. I love you all like brothers.

Thank you for everything,
Kristen

I clutched the paper in my shaking hands. "What wrongs? What has happened?" I said in a low growl. Louis answered my question by handing me his phone, and on the screen was another article by Now Magazine. If it had been any other day, I would have dismissed this article all together. The last article that they had published was a total hoax, and I knew it for sure. The difference between this new one and the old one was that the information was all true. Somehow, someone found out about Kristen's job. This caused me to be angry and confused at the same time because the only people who knew was management and the boys, and no way would  either of them tell this big of a secret. I have to find out what happened and how this information got leaked - what?

I was about to pass Louis back is phone when I saw the image at the bottom of the page. It was definitely Kristen, and she was with someone else. I felt a knife jab at my heart as I read the caption. Multiple clients? What the heck? I looked closely at the image, hoping that this was another hoax trying to sabotage her again, but my heart fell as I confirmed it was Kristen... Kristen with someone else. And they were walking out of the BP: Barns Patrick Advertising Corporation building?  Since when has she ever mentioned that? I tried to think hard, but she never did.