The Time WILL Come

Chapter Three- The Arrival

Alive. That is what I was when we arrived. I had just experienced the most horrific plane ride ever. Who ever thought two innocent looking children could cause so much trouble? I had been constantly begging M.D to let me fly business class. The answer was always a no. An average looking teen aged girl being able to afford business class had always looked a bit suspicious. That was a big part in my job, blending in and not looking too suspicious. M.D did tip off I could fly business if I looked rich and important. That meant I would have to wear makeup every day and upgrade my whole closet and I have not mentioned it since.

My Grandma had always said, ‘Don't judge a book by its cover’, and I guess she was right. The results could always end up in sitting in front of two screaming, knee bashing children, arguing over who got to use the iPad. The lazy parent of the children, did not appear to care. I however, did. ‘Here’s an idea, why don't you take a long walk off the short wing of the plane?’, I felt like saying, but thankfully I managed to hold myself back.

Apart from that, the journey was quite enjoyable. Later on, I had found myself walking circles around LAs International Airport, dragged by Holly, who was convinced that at least one celebrity would be here. I guess I was quite disappointed when we didn’t find anyone as I had done all that walking and asking for nothing. The highlights of these cases had always been meeting famous people, especially for Holly.

When we arrived at M.D’s L.A home, I was a bit disappointed. It was a typical American family home and with the amount of money he earned, I had known he could afford much better. Walls were covered with awards, each one with the name, ‘Mathias Davenport’, inked in neat black cursive writing. The walls behind these awards were a striking blood red colour, creating direct attention to his awards. I was only staring at his walls because, I could tell he was giving me his own version of the ‘I know everything’ look. M.D had this way of looking at people, his brown eyes seemed to stare into your soul, reading into your darkest secret, even if you didn’t have one.

“Flight was good, thanks for the tickets!” Holly chirped, completely unaware of how uncomfortable I was.

“Ah, yes. I'm surprised you’re not tired, Australia to L.A is rather a long journey.” He replied wisely. He had this way of speaking slowly, processing his every word, in a way it was quite calming.

“So, what is this next case?” I asked, abruptly changing the subject, then quickly putting on a forced smile.

“Well, Miss Monreau, I was wondering when you would ask.” He smiled, chuckling deeply. Holly laughed along, I didn’t see the humour in this, so I waited for my answer.

We got a fifteen minute rundown on what had happened, who were the people I needed to watch and talk to, and what equipment I needed. Holly and I, were to sign up for a gym class in about an hour, Harry Styles would be there and hopefully we could start a conversation. Sleep was so overrated.

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“Oh my gosh, it’s him, Rel, it’s him!” Holly squealed excitedly, holding on to my arm.

“Shut up Hol, for all we know he could be a murderer.”  I remarked, lacing up my shoes.

She narrows her eyes and I receive a death glare. Okay well maybe not a murderer, but someone...dangerous.

“Hurry up!” She said, forcing to stuff my untied laces into my shoes.

“Okay, ready.” I sighed, turning to see the silhouette of a boy running on treadmill, in a private room. I could already tell it was him, from the outline of his trademark curls, to the body guard standing in the corner. I smiled slightly, we hadn’t met anyone as famous as him, but the smile quickly disappeared when I reminded myself of what he could be a part of.

M.D thought it was best we posed as fans, that way, we could try to stalk and find out as much information as possible, without seeming suspicious. That involved us wearing embarrassing singlets that had ‘I LOVE 1D’ printed across.  Our shorts weren’t any better, they had the names of the One Direction members, written all over. I looked awful. Holly someone managed to pull it off, as always. Her small yet curvy frame would definitely give Harry something to talk about.

“How are we supposed to approach him?” I asked, unsure of how a fan approached the people they obsess about.

“Watch this.” She murmured, punching in the code to unlock the door.

“OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE HARRY STYLES!” Holly screamed, showing me how it’s done.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re real!” I added on quickly, remembering I was also apparently a huge fan.

His head slowly turned to us, giving us a huge smile, but by what his eyes said, I could tell he was annoyed that we had distracted his workout. That quickly changed when he saw Holly.

“Hello, how are you?” He said in a slow calming voice. I let Holly do most of the talking, as I played the role of the starstruck fan. My eyes wandered up and down his toned body, and since his shirt had been removed, I could see his inked torso covered in sweat. He was obviously keeping fit.

Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my left hip. I turned the Holly, giving her a ‘What the hell?!’ look. She looked over at me then Harry and I interpreted he must’ve said something to me.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I questioned, smiling apologetically.

“What’s your name?” Harry smiled, not a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Oh, it’s Laura.” I lied, smiling.

“I’m Harry, nice to meet you Laura.” He said, reaching his hand out for a handshake. I quickly take it, grinning at the feel of his soft palm. Holly manages to continue the conversation, sensing the awkwardness after that handshake. Just then, I noticed the bodyguard had left. Brilliant.

“I have to use the bathroom.” I blurt, the first thing that came to mind.

“Go ahead.” Harry smiles, pointing towards the small bathroom behind him.

Before he could change his mind I quickly run over to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. After a few minutes of looking for basically anything, I decide that there was nothing interesting in here. As if one cue, a small beeping sound comes from the drawer underneath the sink, that I’d sworn I had looked through. It wasn’t a big surprise when I found his precious little iPhone. Not much more of a surprise when I guessed his pass code, Anne.

What did surprise me was the last texts he had received.

Demi ♥:  When will I see you, I miss you. x

Niall: You won’t be seeing her anytime soon.

So he did have something to do with it.