"You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up"
When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up qu...
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Harry
Sliding out from beneath Matilda leaving the right hand side of the bed cold from my presence not being there anymore. I can't believe that she asked me to stay. I knew she was drunk but she looked sober when she asked me to stay. During the night I felt her intertwined her legs with mine and snuggled her face into the crook of my neck. I woke up before her and just spent 10 minutes taking her features in. I noticed the freckles around her nose and the flutter of her eyes like she was having a dream that she didn't want to wake up from. She makes me feel things that I haven't felt before. I felt safe like I needed to protect her from whatever was out there.
Picking up my keys, wallet and my phone. Walking out of the bedroom quietly not waiting to get caught. I just know if someone sees me sneaking out of Matilda's room there will be questions that I will try to lie but they will see right out of arse. Looking on my phone seeing six missed calls from Niall and Zayn wondering what I got up to last night and mostly the messages from was just winding me up about last night when I spotted Matilda with a boy. Zayn obviously told him though. Quietly groaning to myself knowing that today will be fun.
Following the stairway towards the main entrance not wanting to waste anymore time and wanting to find out what happened at the shooting. One thing that I am glad for that day is that I knew Matilda was safe and she wasn't hurt. I know I would never forgive myself if she got hurt. That's the worst part of the job. It's the constant worrying if the people you know are safe. Otherwise you can never forgive yourself if they have gotten hurt. Shaking my head and exhaling a deep breath and focusing on the case rather than her.
With a twist of my key warming the ignition up and driving to the building that I dread the most. Pulling up at the front entrance giving the guard my keys so he can park it up in the place where they put the cars. Walking in with my head held high intimidating everyone around me. Pressing the button waiting for the elevator to open. After a couple of seconds a couple that is in the same department comes out while greeting me with a nodded head as a sign of respect. My foot tapped on the floor of the elevator in impationtness. Hearing the doors open and breathing in one last deep breath and walking into the room with all the boys in.
"What have we found, boys?" I announced wanting to jump straight to the point and not beating around the bush.
"Ohh so he shows up but doesn't answer his phone" Niall says dramatically.
"Can we just focus on this rather than what I was doing last night?" I groan tilting my head back in annoyance.
"Ohh yeah what were you doing last night Styles? Last time I saw you was when your teeth looked like they were about to be broken with how hard your jaw was clenched just seeing Little miss somebody with a boy" Zayn says adding fuel to the fire.
"Ohh did you finally get laid like we have been telling you to do" Niall says while smirking.
"Get the idea out of your head. I just had another drink and went home okay so now will we be able to actually work out what dickheads decide it was funny and start shooting in the middle of a town centre at midday." I groan in annoyance, not wanting to talk about anything.
