Blue Business

[5] Smart Move

Hey, well, I revealed the plot of the story and this is where the story actually starts to fall into making sense. Summer just started, and I'm willing to work hard on this one so I hope you like it! xx (Picture of Gigi Hadid above, who plays Melanie!)

[5] Smart Move

|Arabelle|

Harry's bottom lip was taken underneath his teeth, and his eyebrows knitted together as he attempted to search every single spot in the house. We've been here for three hours, which has given me the chance to take a quick shower and to change my clothes, too. I refuse to stink, so.

"Anything yet?" I asked, walking out the kitchen with a bummed expression.

"Not a single thing." He grumbled angrily, plopping onto my couch.

His hands ran through his hair, pulling at the strands as frustration took over, which was evident to tell. For the both of us, it was two different stories. His girlfriend has been missing for two months, not only that but was declared dead so he was alone on this case. On the other side, was little confused me who had no idea why she was dragged into a mess. I've got dangerous men after me, for a reason not known to us, me. It's terrifying and I wanted to convince myself that the stranger that needed me, would protect me. But I was one hundred percent positive if some one had told him to trade me for one clue, he would without a doubt. I was a clue, but not enough. Calling me almost useless would put it right.

"Do you want some tea?" I tried to lighten the mood, "It could calm us down a bit."

"No." He snares, and I press my lips into a thin line, seeing his attitude was a bit aggressive. "But thanks."

He sighs, and I feel sorry for him. He really is trying, but he lacked to show gratitude in good ways. However, he shows it and I've learned that over yesterday night and today's few ours that we've spent together. Harry was such a weird piece to work with, one minute he's all nice and cute, the next he's this annoying bastard I yearned to choke. My feet moved, and I sat next to him.

"We're not looking hard enough." He finally spoke, with a shrug.

"You know, maybe she wasn't hiding anything here." I rambled randomly, and when he sharply turns to me, I'm startled.

"That makes no sense though, why was that woman offering you shit for this hell hole?" He rolled his eyes, looking away from me.

I crossed my arms, and leaned back, slightly ticked by the way he was treating me. I mean, I'm not expecting royal treatment but he could try not to come back with some witty rude remarks about anything and everything I do or say. I try to think of it in another perspective, he's having a bad day and I understand. I've had those days but I learned there will limits, and he should too. UGH. The phone starts to ring, and I almost scream at the top of my lungs, the annoyance couldn't get any worse. I get to my feet, and so does harry, I look back at him with a strange expression.

"I wanna hear the phone call," He shrugs,

"What if it's private?"

"Then I walk away." He sarcastically booms at me, and I huff.

I pick up the phone, placing it between harry and I's ears.

"Hello?" I gulp, the feeling of his cheek pressed to mine making me feel nervous at how close he was.

"Listen, It's me again." Harry slightly turns to me, glancing at me for an answer but I'm as equally confused as he was.

"And you are?"

"Melanie couldn't have hired a better assistant?" He scoffs, "It's Lenny Clyde, and you are in fucking shit, along with Mel."

"I'm not her assistant." I bite back,