Hired by Styles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

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H a r r y

I still had to make my way to Taylor’s house before midnight struck which was pretty soon, if I hadn’t then..

Well only god knows what she’ll do to me, she’ll probably shun me for eternity and hate me.

But I didn’t understand. What was I turning into? This girl has me wrapped around her itsy bitsy finger; I never worried myself about coming home early to see my ‘girlfriend’s’ or worried myself sick if one of them hated me. I didn’t give a fuck, two fucks actually. But with Taylor I worried a lot more than I did before. I worried about myself, my inner persona, my body; this girl made me so insecure but felt so confident at the same time. I was never the type of person to check themselves three times in the mirror for a girl, since I already knew I was “fine as hell.” so I’ve been told, but Taylor just makes me want to go to the bathroom every time we lock eyes.

Then again, I’m not supposed to be worrying about insecurity and love and all this bullshit, I’m supposed to be ‘helping’ Louis find who killed Cheyenne.

To be quite honest I had not one, not two, but no intention to help Louis find who hurt the cute little chubby bunny girl, but if she makes Taylor happy, and she makes grown mafia men cry like little five year old's, then I knew there was something there to be found out, and why she was killed so inhumanely.

I decided to make a plan as I walked to my car, hands stuffed in my black trench coat and the wind making my pale cheeks a slight tint of pink making me look vulnerable.

As soon as I arrived to the familiar vehicle I drove, I carefully put my limbs inside, as they were a bit stiff from the cold, and began the day to day procedure of a driver. I made sure I carefully, but quickly drove to Taylor’s house; knowing between her and I, we wouldn’t want me to be hurt, or to make it seem less conceited, any of us being hurt.

Before I could even walk up the last two steps of her porch and knock on the door, Taylor swung open the door with so much force I could hear the door slightly prying from it’s hinges.

“Babe are you okay?” I pondered on, as I kicked the frost off my boots for no apparent reason and stepped inside.

“I’m fine, I just needed to open up the door to get the stench out of here. I got someone to remove her body..” She spoke the last part quietly, her face was a tint of lime green which gave me the belief that she’s been vomiting, or she was in the process of so.

“Did they accuse you of anything?”

“No.. they were going to hold me on trial and one of them said I looked guilty but I simply told them that I came home last night and saw the body there. I don’t know if they believed me but it was enough for them to dispose the body and clean up the dry hemoglobin from the floor.”

“Again with the words, just use something like blood. What the fuck is hemoglobin?” I chewed out at her, a bit irritated how a woman can be smarter than a man. Sometimes I wish we were back to the 50’s where women weren’t running for god damn president. Then again, I wouldn’t want to be overly powered by my gender, but equally powered.. if that makes any sense.

“Did you hear what I said?” Taylor said, causing me to snap my head in her direction and raise an eyebrow.

“No, sorry babe repeat yourself?”