Mystery Buyer (L.S)

Twenty-Three

Harry and Kev were both silent for the whole drive home. Kev didn't know what to say and Harry was just embarrassed to have let him and the team down and knew he was going to be in so much trouble for it.

As Kev pulled up in the drive, Harry saw his managers car packed in the driveway as well as Jemma's. He knew this was a big deal if Jemma had been called there to soften the blow. He ran his fingers through his hair then dug his palms against his eyes with a deep breath.

'Lets get this over and done with, yeah?' he mumbled to Kev who gave him a small smile in return.

The two of them made their way to the door, Kev going in first with Harry behind. Jemma immediately ran and hugged Harry, easing him a little before she let go and held him at arms length whilst glancing at his bruised jawline and split lip.

'Are you okay?' she asked, squeezing his shoulders. Harry gave a forced smile and nodded, noticing his manager heading in their direction.

Jemma reassured Harry with just a smile, her eyes decreasing his worry. As his manager reached them, Jemma left but stayed about 3 metres away from them to eavesdrop. 

'I'm sorry, so sorry. It was dumb.. I don't know what got over me..' Harry started to blurt out words that he hadn't planned.

'Sh, sh. Harry..' she said '..we saw the CCTV. We know you were provoked. And not just a little bit either.' She continued, one hand on his shoulder.

'He's a little asshole..' Jemma blurted from her position behind the manager.

'Wait.. I'm not in trouble?..' Harry was confused, he furrowed his brows as he spoke.

'Oh, no.. you are in trouble Styles. Just not as much as if we hadn't of seen the full situation.' 

Harry sighed, biting his lower lip and steadied his breathing to try and calm himself back down from his initial stress. 

'We need to decide what to do. Together, as a team.' she mentioned, heading to the kitchen and leaning against the kitchen side. Jemma followed and so did Kev, so Harry did the same climbing onto a barstool. 'Has this idiot contacted you since, in any way at all?' she continued.

'No no, not me' Harry replied whilst shaking his head before continuing, 'But he did text Louis..'

'Louis? Mr Tomlinson? Why on earth would he text him and not you?' she asked, not yet knowing the full story behind who Parker was and why everything had actually escalated.

'It's his ex..' Kev butted in, trying to help to take any extra pressure from Harry.

'Well now it all makes fucking sense..' she raised her voice more than she meant to as she threw her hands up. Harry had never heard her swear before. 'Right, so what did he say when he texted Mr Tomlinson?'

'Um.. something along the lines of it being the *real Harry*' he replied, doing quotation marks where appropriate. 'And that anger issues and violence is never the way... I kinda think he might know about my therapy and anger issue classes. He mentioned that he knew something that Louis didn't?' Harry still wasn't one hundred percent on if that was the thing Parker was referring to. 'Louis knows all of it now though, just an fyi...' he added, looking at everyone to judge their faces and what was gonna happen and what they were gonna do the fix this.

Jemma came and sat next to Harry, resting a hand on his knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. The manager stood with her arms crossed and still leaning against the counter obviously thinking of the next move.

'Well if Louis already knows, and we think that's what it was all about. I don't think we have anything to worry about do we?' Jemma asked, her eyes moving between Harry and the manager.