Secrets revealed

Chapter 22

*Mckenzie POV*

You always said life was a game. So tell me Mckenzie are you ready to be played?

I stand in my broken apartment. And that's the first thing I see written across the plain write wall with what appears to be lipstick. My anger is boiling but so is my sense of hurt. The security and safety I once felt here has vanished from my body.

As I take in the sight I'm seeing. Everything appears to be smashed, broken, misplaced or thrown . I take a few steps and hear the glass crushing from under my feet . The sound of it bring tears to my eyes. Someone has targeted me. Someone has invaded my personal space and privacy but what for? I don't understand

I could hear Harry gasp as he caught up with me 'what the fuck happened?' I turn slightly to see him examining my apartment. I ignore his question because it's obvious what happened

I walk into my bedroom and I see everything is perfectly placed except the robe I had on this morning thrown across my bed with a photograph laid on top.

I walk towards the bed picking the photo up into my hands. My eyes widen as I see a picture of myself from last night. Laid in my apartment. Asleep on the sofa. The robe had slipped from my bent legs and therefore left them exposed. My chest was covered but look closely enough the cleavage could be seen

My hand covers my mouth and I try to stop the tears. 'Mckenzie?'
I snap my head up to Harry who's stood in the doorway
'Whats that?'
I hand it over and his eyes widen as well before he turns it and reads the message written in red on the back

Tut tut tut- you need to shut your curtains Mckenzie. Anyone could have seen you. I'm sure Mr Styles will enjoy this photo, right?

'Mckenzie what is this? What's going on?'
'I- I don't know Harry. I got messages yesterday from this person and they haven't stopped'
'Show me'

I walk back to the kitchen and see the box still placed on the side, opening it I show him the messages, the rose and the text on my phone.

'You don't know who this is?'
'Not a clue. If I did I would be facing them right now and not you. I don't understand . Why would someone do this?'
'Im not sure. You probably pissed someone off. Listen you can't stay here . Pack some clothes you can stay at mine and we can talk to the police'
'I don't want to talk to the police. It will only give this vile person attention and I won't do that.'

'Mckenzie, it is not safe here. They have access to your apartment the lock wasn't broken, they just walked in. You need to call the police. Come on we'll go get your stuff and we can leave. I will get some cleaners to come and clean it for you'
I just nod, I'm to exhausted to even argue so i make my way to my room. I couldn't deal with replying not probably anyway

Once I had packed some clothes and toiletries I walk back to the kitchen to see Harry still stood holding and looking at the messages.
'Can we just go please?' I snap him from the message, he looks up and nods as he puts everything back in the box including the new photograph. As we walk towards the door, he snaps a picture of the message on the wall

'What are you doing?'
'Taking a picture of it, we need to have a record of every message sent to you'
'We?' I smirk at him

'Well duh I'm going to help you figure out who the hell is doing this to you. Least I could do for you and my mum was unbelievably happy when I showed her the article the other day'

'Harry you do enough for me as it is, you being here is enough and it was a stupid article, you don't need to repay me'
'You just don't get it. Don't worry. I'm done talking about it'

That was the last thing said for the whole journey to his apartment. On reaching what I thought would be an apartment and actually turning into an amazing looking house; it was gated and Harry had to enter a code to be allowed inside. It was a nice distance from the main city and was absolutely gorgeous.

I exit his black range rover and go to get my bag. 'Come on, we can get some food considering we never actually got to eat lunch'

I silently follow him inside to be met by a older women cleaning and singing. She looks up and smiles at Harry before her gaze falls to me, her eyes widen slightly and her smile falls. Before she composes herself 'Mr Styles, would you like some lunch?'

She completely ignores my presence and only faces him as I stand awkwardly unsure of what I could do. I think this is the first time I have ever felt uncomfortable before. I think Harry had noticed as he wraps an arm around my waist bring me comfort as he brings me into his chest before speaking 'yeah we would like some lunch. Thank you Claire'

Without another word he leads me to the dining room to sit down for some food, I place my things on the floor and seat down. 'So Mckenzie who do you think you have you pissed off? '

'Can we not talk about this right now?'
'Why?'
'Because I don't want to think of someone going into my apartment and invading my privacy okay!' I snap at him, my annoyance was quickly increasing and although I didn't want to be harsh. I don't want to think of what's happening

'You know I have never allowed someone to speak to me the way you do'
'Well maybe someone should have done it before, so you could get used to it. You know what I don't think this is a good idea Being here. I am just to snappy and pissed at you right now. I'm just going to call Spencer and stay there'

'Spencer?' He questions his eyes hard as he looks at me collecting my bag
'Yes Spencer '
'Mhmm... Well no . Your staying here. If I walked into that apartment with you and saw that I am making you stay here. I apologise that your pissed but right now I don't care and I do not want you going to some guys house names Spencer. No fucking way'

I listen to his reasoning until the last sentence and I can't help but start to laugh. 'Harry, I'm angry you would just treat me like you had never met me, I don't care if it's in front of your mother or not , but I will stay but just so you know. Spencer she's my sister not a guy'

'Sister? I didn't know you had a sister called Spencer '
'Shes Cole's twin. We call her Spence'

'Heres you lunch Mr Styles' I watch the woman known as Claire set down his lunch in front of him, it look divine. She turns with another plate and on it was a piece of toast with what appeared to be some kind of spread on it. Mhm she really didn't like me. She sets it down and I simply say 'excuse me, what's the spread?'
'Its a spread. It won't kill you. Just eat it'
'Does it contain nuts?'
'No'

With that she storms out the room. I sigh and look at the toast. Surely she wouldn't have just said no for the sake of saying no. I see Harry finally look from his food to mine 'what's that?'
'Er obviously my lunch'
'She seriously gave you just that'
'Yeah'

He stands from the table and storms out the room shouting 'CLAIRE' I ignore his shout and pick up the toast and taking a bite, it tasted weird, different. I feel my throat itch and I drop the toast. I already know what's happening

'Harry' I shout but it's comes out muffled because of the restriction on my throat. I struggle to breath, I stand from the chair and try to walk to my bag but drop to my knees, my hand goes to my throat as I try to breath.

'H-ha-Harry' I plead no beg. I try to make my voice heard but I can't. I try again and it comes out louder. By this time tears are streaming down my face as I try to get to my bag.

'What the fuck?'