Hidden Feel

Hidden Feel, part 23

Part 23

HARRY'S POV.

I threw my black, empty bag in the corner of my room and almost ran to my closet where my schoolbooks were, but also my laptop. Quick I grabbed it and sat on my bed, opening the valve and pressed the 'on' button. impatient I waited for the laptop to start, my fingers nervously playing with eachother and my foot tapping the wooden foot section on the end of my bed. I had to find information, about (YN). Where she was, for how long, and why? Every little piece of information could be so useful for me. 

Finally I saw my background, it was a picture of me on vacation in Spain. Spain... SPAIN! I was almost 100% sure, (YN) was in Spain!

With shaky fingers I went on the internet, going to Facebook. Fortunately I had her as friend so I typed her name in the searching bar and I went to her profile. Her profile picture was beautiful, just like she is. 

(YN) isn't a girl who wears pounds of foundation and mascara, (YN) is a natural girl and I like that, I don't like Barbie's. (YN) isn't a girl who wears dirty, slutty clothes, just 'normal' clothes. Sometimes she came to school with a messy bun in her hair and sweatpants on, without make-up. That were the moments I liked her the most, just natural. 

I scrolled down her profile, trying to find a status she updated a little while ago, but the last one she wrote was: 

Thursday March 7th, 8:28PM

' Had a lovely day with my babybooooo! - with Grace Morgan . '

Thursday, that was only a few days ago... I decided to search through (YN) her friends and suddenly I saw she had Jake Miller as friend, but how did she know him? Jake Miller was my old friend from my old school, never spoke to him anymore since I left. But he wasn't important at the moment. On the right side of the Facebook page is always a column with status updates from friends and you can also see if they liked a photo or added someone as friend. My eyes widen when I saw (YN) her name, she added a boy as friend, his name was Dylan Williams. My computer mouse moved over the screen to the mention and I clicked it. Internet brought me on Dylan his profile page. I was startled when I saw his profile picutre, I knew him, I recognize him, it was the boy from the club. The boy who kissed (YN) on our date...

'Studying Economics at the UEM Universidad Europea de Madrid.

Lives in Madrid, Spain.

From United Kingdom.'

My breath became heavily when I decided to take a look at his photo album, fortunately it was free for friends from friends. (YN) was his friend and I was (YN) her friends, so I could see the pictures. There was an album, which didn't exist that long yet, and it had 7 photo's. 

I was frozen when I saw his 3rd picture which was posted on Saturdaynight. It was a picture made in a restaurant. Himself was on the picture with a beautiful girl who wore a pink blouse and her hair was a little bit curly and there was a black necklace around her neck.

It was (YN).