Into The Night

Fifty

"Harry, you've been getting into a load of trouble, aren't you?!" Niall said, sounding like I just stole the Eiffel Tower.

My eyes widened yet my eyebrows furrowed, "What did I do?" I asked. As far as I was concerned, the whole day I was good boy. What did I do?

"You know Agent Troy?! The one that had been snooping around our school? He asked us, during lunch what kind of person you were and where have you been heading?"

"I'm sorry, who?" I asked as I've got no idea what he is talking about right now.

"The agent! Harry, Agent Troy, the FBI agent, cousin of our fucking principal is asking about you, Harold Edward Styles." He said in a very stressed out voice.

I blinked a few times, "Uh, are we talking about the agent that looked like Captain Knauer from Longest Yard?" I asked because it might be once when I told Niall that that agent looked like him, except for the hair, his is a bit thicker.

"Yes!" He exclaimed in frustration.

It took me a while to process what he actually said.

"But I didn't--"

"Look, mate, I know you haven't done something that bad. But, Harry, it's an agent we're talking about. By the looks of it, he's being suspicious." He said, looking more worried than I am.

I am worried, I really am but I am more confused. If this is about the whole rain incident, why? It's not like it's something very illegal that the FBI are really on my arse.

"Why would--"

"I don't know! I was hoping you could tell me."

I stared ahead, absolutely befuddled. I gulped and sat on my bed, trying to think if I had done anything wrong. . . wrong enough for the FBI to get involved but nothing occurs in my head.

I haven't been pranking anyone, in fact, I've gone quiet. I haven't been in the games as well, I was more on studies. What?!

I shrugged, "I don't know." I stared ahead, trying to think but I actually, really, don't know.

"Alright." Niall said in a calmer voice. "Just stay out of trouble, please."

I rolled my eyes. I understand that he's worried but I should be the one more worried than he is! "Don't bloody act like that, you sound like I'm going to die."

"I was just concerned!" He defended. "And fuck you, mate, I was having a bloody moment."

"Ah screw yourself, I'm not going to jail because I haven't done a squat to be worth in it." I grumbled. "Now I should be back to my schedule."

So the entire week, I've avoided the schedules of the dirt tracks and everything else. All I did was dorm, to school, school to dorm. . . specifically just my room and the library since Mr. Delfin gives us free lunches and snacks.

I've avoided that "agent" as much as I can since I don't know what kind of trouble it will get me if I did meet him again. As far as I was concerned, he was the one who went through my stuff when Nathan made everything explode. I'm over that, I've moved on but damn, it seemed like it'll haunt me if that was the reason. Also, that agent was the one who told me about the play that time. . . he must have grown suspicious of me.

The day before the actual competition, I believe we've already worked hard enough for the satisfactory of Mr. Delfin.

I was the last to leave the library since I've helped put it back along with the staff and the other students who helps out in the library. That includes Taylor but after the whole veteran visit last week, my heart rate speeds up every time I'm around her again so I tend to avoid again.