Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 36

  Kylie's P.O.V

“Harry?”I said almost in a scared tone, I imagine that by now, him and Zayn have figured out that I'm not in London by now.

“Kylie, Where are you? Zayn just called me saying..” I cut him off.

“Harry, that's not important right now.. listen, I left something behind, and I kinda need it, and considering I'm very far away now, I need you to find it and tell it too me.” I asked nicely. The line went silent for about 26 seconds before Harry sighed. 

“Where is it..” He said annoyed.

“Go into my house, use the balcony window of my room, you can pop the lock off with a wire hanger.” I trailed off, as I herd him walking outside, to my house.

“If I'm helping you , you need to tell me where you are..” He demanded.

“Harry, drop it, I'm not telling you were I am, this I need to do this for me..” I argued back, I didn't really know what to say, without giving my location away, I was afraid if I told him he would just hope on a plane and follow me, and that was the last thing I tried to do.

“Okay, I'm in your room..” I heard him whisper.

“Go into my closet... and in the right hand corner, theres what looks like a rip in the carpet, pull it up..” I instructed him.

“Okay, now pull out the black box with the lock combination...” I continued.

“What's the password?” he asked, I guess I would have to give it to him, if I wanted what I asked for.

“0722...” I trailed off.

“Okay.. wait inst that..” his voice was cut off by mine.

“The day we both lost our virginities to each other, yes Harry it is now open the box.” I tried to change the subject, but that didn't stop me from blushing, thank God Harry couldn't see me right now.

“Well, the date must have been very important, if you used it to protect your most precious treasures...” he said, and I could see the smirk on his face, from here.

“Not really Harry, because if I was trying to protect my most vulnerable treasure, I would have locked my heart in the box...” I trailed off, followed by awkward silence. 

“What do you want out of this??” Harry asked me.

“You see the Diary, it has random stickers covering the whole thing..it looks really old..” I trailed off, I couldn't believe I asked Harry to look in my diary, where my most private thought were at.

“Yeah..” he answered.

“I need you flip to the very last page, and read me the Address on the page...” I asked with a pen and paper ready in my hand.

“No, not till you tell me what this is about..” he demanded once again.

“Harry, this doesn't concern you, would you just read me the Damn Address, so I can hang up the God damn phone!!” I was getting very inpatient, all I wanted was the address.

“Kylie, stop yelling, I'm trying to help you, okay, don't you realize that I'm the only one that is willing to put up with your crazy ass, calm down and tell me what this is about..” he said a bit calmer.

“Harry, I can't..” I tried to tell him, I wanted to tell him, but this was my business.

“Well, if you don't tell me, I'm not going to give you the address...” his word echoed in my ear, almost as a threat, why did this boy have to care about me so damn much, he couldn't do me this one favor, forget about me and move on, could he? I got really frustrated and hung up the phone and screamed. Suddenly I reminded myself, getting that address was the final piece to my puzzle piece, that and Harry had access to my diary now. I quickly pressed redial and within one ring, Harry picked it up.