I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I pulled it out.
CALLER UNKNOWN
“Oh fuck,” I murmured, debating whether or not to answer it. Inhaling deeply I pressed the answer button and raised the phone to my ear. “Hello?” I asked the mouthpiece cautiously.
“Hello,” a matter of fact female voice said, “is that Harry Styles?”
I swallowed confused, “Yeah, why?”
“We have been trying to contact Miss. January Bellame on the subject of Darren Hedgefield but she has been unresponsive.”
Immediately my heads shot up, “who is this?” I asked lowly.
“My apologises Mr. Styles, this is PC Davis of London Metropolitan police.” The police officer said.
“Well what about Darren?” I asked hurriedly.
“We felt that we should inform you that Mr. Hedgefield’s card has been tracked and he has recently bought a ticket toIreland,” she paused. Darren was leaving. Had he given up?
“When for?” I asked, not daring to believe it could all be over.
“This evening, we have police at Heathrow andDublin.” PC Davis said with authority.
“Wow,” I breathed, could this be it? Could it be over?
“We will continue trying to inform Miss. Bellame, and Mr. Styles it goes without saying that you keep this to yourself?”
“Of course,” I replied, “thank you so much for telling me.”
“Have a good day Mr. Styles.”
*****
“Right guys I’m going to have to go now,” I told my webcam, all the X Factor contestants had been doing twitcams so I joined the craze, “get your last couple of questions in now.”
The door opened and the tell tale signs of heels clacked on the hotel room floor.
“Why are you still living here?” Ashley’s voice called from the hall as she walked into my room.
“Tomorrow’s my last day.” I told her, “guys Ashley’s here!”
“What are you doing?” she asked walking over to my laptop, “ah, a twitcam,” she said, waving at the screen.
“Right lemme see your questions,” I said clapping my hands together.
“Are you going to Louis’ birthday?” Ashley read off the screen from behind me.
“Yes we are,” I nodded, “He’s twenty seven, that is mad.” I said more to Ashley than the people watching the twitcam.
“Is Harry going to be there?” Ashley read.
“You guys be cool,” I laughed.
“He is though,” Ashley said.
“Neither of us have any intention of getting back with him before you ask.” I said punching Ashley in the arm.
“Put you were such a cute couple,” Ashley read, she cocked her head, “me and him or you and him?”
I shrugged, “either way, we are never ever ever getting back together,” I sang.
“So he called you up and was like I still love you and I was just like this is exhausting you know, like we are never getting back together, like ever.” Ashley said in a fake American accent.
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