Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Eight.

The drive to Louis and Harry's house was shorter than what I would have liked. Although their close proximity to the police would have usually eased by nerves surrounding their safety, I felt nothing towards the matter after having that meeting.

I parked outside and analyzed the exterior of the house. It wasn't a mansion like every other celebrity home. Yes it was still big, but looked to be more of a family home than a bachelor's pad. It had to be about two stories high. Grey stone siding lined the outside walls. Their grass was getting paler with the upcoming autumn weather. The driveway was long, leading up to the two door car garage. On the top of the driveway was a basketball net and two cars. One was a black Mercedes and the other was a dark silver Lexus.

I rush of sadness flooded through me. I couldn't stop the thoughts of my mother going through the process with Louis buying his first home. Had she been picky about the house he was to choose? Did she pick out the furniture inside and teach him how to make his own home cooked meals? Lord knows he was shit at cooking when he lived at home. I could picture my mom forcing herself into this big step in Louis's life. Louis probably rolled his eyes, whining and over using the word "Mom" in a drowned out monotone voice.

I wondered if my sisters have every visited. Had he thrown a house warming party after settling in? Did he choose not to invite me? Had my dad seen the place?

At that moment I hated the life I've chosen. I had missed out on so much of Louis's life, imagine what I was missing out on my little sisters' lives? I was supposed to be their go-to when Mom was too much of...a...well... Mom. Girls go to their big sister for boy advice, makeup tips, how to get out of trouble with their parents. I was supposed to be those answers. But the girls barely knew me and it was up to Lottie to take on that role. God I missed them so much.

I turned off the car and at the same time, shut off my emotions. This was no time to feel nostalgic.

I walked up their driveway, wiping my sweating hands on the jeans covering my thighs. This was it.

I walked up the front way and to the front door, glancing around for anything suspicious or out of place. All that I noticed was the lack of surveillance and security around the property. I knocked on the painted black door. I didn't realize my hands were shaking.

I pulled myself together in milliseconds. No longer was I Agent Kelly Tomlinson, but now I was Kelly Sawyer, an old friend of Louis's and a stranger to the rest of the band.

What was once an unfamiliar face to me but was now ingrained into my memory from endless nights studying opened the door. He was taller than me with broad shoulders and soft skin. His hair was brunette towards his scalp but became blonde as it reached towards the sky after being styled. This had to be Niall.

I was taken slightly off guard. I was expecting Louis to open the door since he was the only once expecting me. Either way, I was prepared and triggered the sniffles and watery eyes.

"Hi I'm looking for Louis...Louis Tomlinson?" I asked for him weakly. I was supposed to be desperate and powerless with no one to turn to but an old friend.

"Niall! Who is it?" I heard my brothers voice yell from down what sounded like a hallway. A couple of seconds later he appeared at the door way. His eyes widened slightly as if our whole conversation last night was forgotten. "Kelly," he whispered more to himself before pushing Niall out of the way. Looks like it actually was a smart idea to keep my first name.