Secrets revealed

Chapter 21

*Mckenzie POV*

Watch your back bitch

I stare at the note that's now placed within my hands which was found on the inside of my front door.

How did someone get in my apartment?
Who would do this?
What have I actually done?

I need to stop thinking about this. Should I call someone? Ugh. Why is everything so complicated, it is probably some stupid immature idiots that want to play a prank.

I slip of my shoes walking towards my bathroom and running a bath. As the bath feels I unzip my black dress, before I raise my arms and slip the dress from my shoulders and making it pool around my feet. My long brunette hair thrown up into a messy bun as I slip into the hot bubbly water.

I feel my muscles relax as the heat soothes my skin. My head leant back and resting into the bath edge. Complete peace. Until the obnoxious ringing from my phone begins. Reaching over I quickly pick it up

'hello'
'Hello, is this Mckenzie Keating?'
'It is, and who am I speaking with?'
'Im Anne Styles, And I was wondering if I could meet with you?'
'Er... Erm yeah sure, is there something wrong Mrs Styles?'
'No love, nothing at all. I would just like to meet with the women that wrote that article about my son'
'Okay, but that was over 2 months ago?however, we could have lunch tomorrow 1pm, meet you at the little cafe Charlie's'
'Great, I know it was a while ago but I feel the need to see you tomorrow'

She hangs up before I'm given a chance to reply and to be honest I am in too much shock to even comprehend what had just happened. Should I tell Harry about this? It's not really a big deal that his mother wants to meet with me, is it?

Time spent with Harry has been surreal, it's like we have been unable to have distance between us. Always spending time with one another , every day. Today is the first day I haven't seen him and he said he was unable to come to mine tonight use to what, I'm unsure

I get out from the bath in time to hear a knock at the door. I wrap a robe around my body and make my way towards the door.

Opening to reveal a man stood with a small long box. 'Er hello?'
He scans my body and I pull the robe closer to my body as I clear my throat 'can I help you sir or are you stood there just to stare at my body?'
'Oh er sorry, this delivery is for you. Your Miss Keating right?'
'Right' I take the box from him 'who's it from?'
'Dont know, no name was left'

He walks away before I can say another word. Huffing I close the door shut and sit down to open the box.

Inside laid a black rose and a note
Your always in control Miss Keating. Let's see how you play my game

What the hell is this? I refuse to think about this. It's nothing. It's just stupid prank. I chuck it on the side, grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass as I make my way to the front room. I need to relax. And as I have a day off tomorrow that's exactly what I am going to do

I think about Harry, should I call him and tell him about this and her mother? But why would I? He doesn't need to know everything.

-------next morning---------
I wake up groaning and cold. I look around sitting up as I do so and realise I must have fell asleep on the couch last night from the wine. My neck is stiff and my back aches from the uncomfortable position. I shiver from the coldness in the air and look down so see the robe still around my body but loosened some.

Standing up and taking myself to my room to have a shower and get dressed. Knowing I have to leave soon to make it to lunch, I chuck on some casual skinny jeans and a nice flowing top with my sun glasses to hide some of the darkness around my eyes from drinking, luckily the bruise now had completely gone although the cut remains a bit.

Thinking it is good enough I walk out my door. Shutting it, Locking it and double checking it before leaving for the cafe.

------ at cafe--------

I arrive and enter the cafe to see a women sat alone smiling and waving me over to her table. Smiling I make my way over and take a seat
'Mrs styles?'
'Yes, hello Mckenzie. Please call me Anne. How are you?'
'Im very well Anne, and yourself?'
'Im terrific thank you'

After ordering some drinks and food there's a silence and there's a question that is eating away at me.
'Anne. Why did you call me here today?' She goes to answer but before she can I had a familiar booming voice 'mum, I'm sorry I'm late. The meeting over ran'

I see Anne stand and greet Harry, he looks down to me as I look up to him. Shock, confusion and maybe some annoyance written on her face and it's clear he's annoyed when he address' me. 'What are you doing here Miss Keating?'

'I-' once again interrupted but this time by Anne explaining
'Oh Harry don't be so rude. I had called Mckenzie yesterday and asked her to meet me for lunch, which she agreed'

'And I still am unaware of why I am here Anne? Mr Styles why don't you take a seat instead of standing there staring, I'm sure it would be more comfortable to stare while sitting' his mother lets out a laugh as her son glares but sits down with a hint of a smirk

He acts as if he doesn't know me. As if I haven't been spending the last 2 months with him. I don't quite understand why. But I chose to ignore it for now anyway

'Oh and I had to meet you dear. I mean you wrote that fabulous article about Harry and I had to meet the person behind it although a bit of a delay in that, I wanted to say thank you for not bashing his good name'

'Oh of course Anne it was my pleasure. I wouldn't dream of writing anything that I don't see as true, I mean I could have made up anything like Harry telling me to get on my knees and beg for him but that would be unfair, don't you think Harry?'

I knew it was low to bring up our first meeting, I understood that but I was somewhat pissed that he had acted as if we had never met before

Anne laughs again as Harry's eyes widen. 'Your funny Mckenzie and you seem to know how to deal with Harry. Oh look what a shame. I had forgotten an important meeting, I must go. Have a good lunch'

Before anyone could say a word Anne was gone, leaving me and Harry sat alone eating lunch. 'What was that?' He hiss' at me
'That was what you get for being so rude to me, acting as if you don't even know me. Really Harry?'

'Ugh. I'm sorry I thought- you know what I don't have to explain why seeing You sat with my mother would piss me off, of course I would act differently'

I go to reply but am stopped as my phone beeps, I reach for it seeing a blocked number , isn't eyebrows furrow as I open the text.

Naughty naughty naughty. You have the attention of Mr Styles. But your apartment has the attention of some unwanted guests. Opps.

My eyes widen at the text and the picture that opens afterwards. It's my apartment. Someone is in my apartment. Right now. What the hell is going on? My hands shaking at the thought of someone being in my space. My personal space.

'Mckenzie. What's wrong? Are you okay?'
'I need to go'
I stand up and stumble a little bit, I reach for my car keys and purse but I'm stopped by another hand.

'You are not driving in this condition. You can barely stand. Your whole body is shaking. I will drive and you can tell me what has got you so freaked'
'You can drive. But I won't say a word, I'm pissed at you'

He sighs and grabs my keys leading me towards my car. Where we head towards my broken in apartment