The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| LXXIX

Chapter seventy-nine of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Last night, Zayn texted me saying he was going to be gone for almost five days. The reasoning behind this was he got an invitation to go to London. It was an invatation for a party, and sight-seeing. He got invited by a well-known man named Theodore Hank who helps people get recognized in the art industry. He left almost three hours ago, and it takes that long to get there.

Zayn 

I arrived to my destination in London almost twenty-one minutes ago. I've learned I already have my hotel room paid for. It's a really fancy hotel I might add. It's crazy how one day you're a nobody in a small town, then the next day you're a celebrity and has an invitation to go to a big house party hosted by the one and only, Theodore Hank.

The party isn't until later tonight, and I am really not up to go sight-seeing at the moment. On the way here, I was thinking. What if I make a big difference? I'm not talking about changing the world, ending all the wars in the world, no one can do that. What I was thinking was: what if I help find Gemma Styles?

My work starts now. I go to a local library that I found on my phone, and walk there because it's only half a block away from where I am. I get in to the library and there are some old ladies, and an old couple looking through some magazines and smiling at one another.

I turn and find the computers. Quickly, I get on one and immediately go to Google. I need to go over the basic things I already know. I know she committed suicide in the back yard of Alice's home. That's all I know. And she was about twenty years old when she committed. She was about 26 when she died. I believe Harry told me she died two years after he did, so that would be in 1790. That would have been 225 years ago.

I began to type into Google, Gemma Styles 2000 just to see if she ever came back and went to a college or what. Bingo. There was a couple pictures of her actually. One that caught my attention the most was the one of her in a dark blue cap and gown, holding a diploma and shaking hands with a professor. I clicked on the picture and zoomed into the diploma. It said Class of 2000/Graduating from University of the Arts London. That's the college Alice got into!

I went to the universities website, and searched her name in the graduated section. I found her. It said she majored in photography. It also provided the information of her email and where she used to live. London. Something in my heart began to hurt. Her and I talked a little. She always knew I had a weird obsession for art. She always fantasied of going to an art college for photography. She'd always show me the pictures she took of nature. She was also close with Perrie.

I logged into my email and copied Gemma's quickly writing an email to her.

 Dear Gemma,

 Gemma. It has been awhile. How have you been? I've seen some of your work and I am very interested in  checking out more of your work. I own a small business in Wolverhampton and I know Theodore Hank. You might know him, and I am pretty positive that I will be able to send him your work and see what he can do for you. What do you say? May we meet tomorrow at the Shepard's Bush tomorrow at noon? Thank you for your time, I cannot wait to see your work.

 Yours truly x 

I lied about meeting her for her pictures. I just want to get to know more about everything that has happened. I know she will maybe freak when she see's me. Clearly I didn't put my name in the email for a reason. If she saw it was my name, she probably wouldn't even come.