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Journal Entry Twenty One

Journal Entry Twenty One

I don't enjoy being like this. I wish I could fix myself, but alas. The voices are getting stronger and louder. I can't contain it, and I'm not sure if I want to anymore.

-H.

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Harry sat on his apartment building steps, drinking coffee while his doorman gave his subtle looks of disdain.

He ignored him, because he himself was clearly affluent to live in a building, while the man opened doors for a living. He had no right to look at him like that.

Sipping his coffee, he stood up from the steps and took his phone out. He had to try Allison one more time.

He heard the phone ring until a woman answered. "Maritime Medical, this is Laleh, good afternoon."

"Hi, is Allison in?" He asked, vaguely remembering the Middle Eastern receptionist that worked with her. "It's Harry Styles."

"Oh, um, well she's out to lunch with a client right now, and should be back within an hour," her voice rose to a higher pitch, and immediately Harry knew she was leaving out information purposefully.

"Listen..." he started, about to demand her to tell him but stopped himself when he realized it wasn't going to do him any good. "I don't know what she told you, but I fucked up and I want to make it up to her. Please?"

She sighed before rustling papers were heard through the phone. "I can't tell you who she's specifically with since that would be violating HIPAA, but she's at Dovetail on West 77th and Columbus."

"Thank you so much, Laleh," he said before hanging up and waving his hand out to catch a cab. It wasn't that far from his apartment building, but he wanted to get there as fast as possible.

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Allison was across the table from Zayn Malik, while staring at a very tempting glass of white wine that she wouldn't allow herself to drink. She sat ramrod straight, not wanting to get comfortable so it didn't look suspicious.

Everything about this lunch was suspicious.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked, his eyes scanning her stiff posture and body language.

"Why am I here exactly?" She asked irritated, her arms crossing in front of her chest. "You scheduled an appointment to discuss your ex-girlfriend since you've visited her for the past month without anyone's knowledge. Get to the point."

He raised an eyebrow, and sipped his wine before continuing to complacently cut his steak with no regard. "Can't I finish my food first, Miss McIntyre?"

Allison sighed, her energy drained from all the events occurring today. "Mr. Malik, please. Today is my birthday and I just wanted to know any information that might help Perrie recover that the facility should know."

He stopped eating and nodded with a sigh, before sliding the thick Manila envelope across the table. "She told me that she's been trying to send you letters, but they wouldn't send to your office. Happy birthday."

Her eyes broke away from his to rip open the envelope addressed to her. "My office doesn't take personal mail, so I wouldn't even know if she was sending me this."

She emptied the envelope and several papers slid out. Her eyes skimmed the letters, and with each one, Perrie's handwriting got worse and the last letter, which was dated yesterday was barely legible.

Her eyes widened as she read it and she gasped before jumping up from the table. "I have to go, she needs help."

His head flinched back and his lips parted. "We've been making amends recently, and we apologized to each other last time I was there. Is she alright?"