Masked Insanity (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14: Stop yelling!

Scarlett’s POV

I pushed open the door leading to the lobby of Harry’s apartment building. Relying on my good memory and sense of direction, I was able to find my way to the building hidden among the evergreens in the area. On the way here, I had been rehearsing over and over in my head what I was going to say to him. How in the world was I supposed to bring up his involvement in a murder casually in a conversation? And we didn’t exactly part ways on a good note…

I walked over to the large, marble counter against the far wall in the lobby. Sitting behind it was a brunette, middle-aged woman rapidly typing on her phone with a rather bored expression on her face. I stood there for a good minute, but she still didn’t acknowledge my presence. I cleared my throat timidly. She snapped her head up and scowled when she saw me standing there.

“May I help you?” she droned in a nasally voice, the scowl never leaving her face.

“Yes, could you maybe tell me where I could find someone’s apartment?” I asked politely, trying to get her to lighten up a bit, “ummm, Harry Styles?”

“Oh, not another one of these,” she groaned exaggeratedly, “look, any information on our residents is completely confidential. I cannot tell you how many times seemingly “sweet” and “innocent” people have come asking for him. And what are you anyway? Some kind of reporter?”

“No, nothing like that at all!” I shook my head in protest, “we’re… friends, I guess. I just came here to talk to him.”

“Uh huh, please honey,” she snorted, “I wasn’t born yesterday. Girls like you don’t come looking for him just to “talk”. I should have guessed you were one of the gold diggers.” I inhaled sharply, slightly offended by her biting words. I swallowed down the equally insulting comeback rising up my throat and forced a smile on my face.

“Look, I don’t care what you believe. I just really need to talk to him,” I said firmly, putting my palm on the smooth countertop and leaning in closer, “I’ll do anything.” She raised an eyebrow, my offer piquing her interest. I could literally see the gears turning in her brain as she contemplated my offer.

“Anything, you say?” she questioned.

“Yes, anything,” I affirmed, nodding my head in confirmation.

“Fine, if you want his apartment number, you’ll have to pay 300 pounds up front,” she said, holding out her hand smugly. My breath caught in my throat, and I began coughing, choking a little on my own spit.

“300 pounds?!” I asked incredulously, “I don’t carry around that much money! I could give you 50, though.”

“No, 300 pounds is the final price,” she said finally, crossing her arms over her chest, “take it or leave it.” I squinted my eyes at her, my insides burning with rage. Words couldn’t describe how much I hated this woman right now. I took a deep breath to compose myself so I didn’t say anything I would regret.

“You know what? Fine,” I shrugged, “I’m going to find his apartment myself. I don’t need your help, thank you very much.” I turned on my heels and stalked off towards the elevator

“Good luck with that sweetheart,” she said, smiling wickedly. I impatiently jammed my finger onto the button and waited for the lift to come down.

I walked onto to the first level, and looked around for any sign of Harry. Shoes, clothes, anything really, and nothing. I deeply sighed and walked back into the elevator.

I went to the second level, nothing once again. As I was walking back, I heard shouting and I recognized Harry’s voice, and an unknown one. I walked around to see where it came from and it was apartment 2D, I made a mental note of that since I knew that I’d be here often.

Right when I was about to knock, somebody opens the door and I know instantly that it’s Harry because of his cologne. I looked up and Harry’s eyes were puffy and red, and i came to the conclusion that he was angry. He shoved me away at first and I almost fell over but Harry caught before I hit the ground and his eyes were filled with concern.

“Are you okay, Scar?” He asks anxiously. He helps me get up and looks away as he was afraid I would be mad.

“I’m fine, “ I said softly “just next time, try not to knock me over like a lorry.” I tried to crack a joke.

He smiles sheepishly.  And for a few minutes, we just stood there in silence.  It wasn’t awkward or anything, just a comfortable silence where we were both too embarrassed to say anything and I was perfectly fine with that.

I yanked his hand to the elevator, wanting to know who he was yelling at.

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Sorry it's such a short chapter! I've had so much on my mind, that i didn't have time to update! I'm so sorry! Expect a long chapter next time I update and can we hit my goal by next week? I'm going for 600 reads(: I know thats far far away but I think you guys can do it! And don't forget to vote and comment ~ xoxoharrrystylesxoxo