Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Ten.

I woke up the next morning bright and early at 7 a.m. I dressed in a pair of black Nike shorts and a white athletic tank top and decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood. Not only would it provide me with my daily exercise, but it would also give me a chance to scope out the area in which Louis and Harry live.

The sky was covered with grey clouds once again. The air was chilly but it felt good against my heated skin.

Louis and Harry lived in a secluded neighborhood. The houses were far distances from each other, providing more than enough privacy from other neighbors. In fact, it was almost like not having any neighbors at all.

By the end of my run, I felt more confident that Louis and Harry were safe in their own home.

I got back from my four mile run at 8:15. The house was quiet, indicating that Harry and Louis were still asleep. I made myself an egg white omelet with spinach, which I was more than shocked to find in their close-to-empty fridge. On the side I had two pieces of toast slathered in butter and a cup of coffee.

I was reading the paper at the kitchen table when Louis walked downstairs. He was in a pair of grey sweats and a white t shirt. Both were wrinkled and his hair was messy. He waved at me and walked directly to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk and drinkin directly from it.

"I'm feeling real good right now knowing that I just used that milk for my coffee," my face scrunched in disgust and I glanced down at my empty coffee mug.

Louis smirked and sat down next to me at the head of the table. He stole a piece of toast off my plate and glanced at the paper I was reading.

"That looks good," he said after studying my omelet.

I put down the paper and raised an eyebrow at him, "Is that your way of asking me to make one for you?"

"Please?" He had a way of making his eyes soften, pulling me in deep and caving in. I rolled my eyes and pushed the chair I was seated in back and maneuvered around the kitchen. "Thanks, love."

"Does Harry usually sleep late?" I asked.

"At least till 9," Louis shrugged and picked up the paper, pretending to read it. "What are you doing today?"

"It depends," I glanced at him. The egg I cracked sizzled on the pan in front of me. "What are you doing today?"

"The lads and I have a meeting with Simon about our new record. It shouldn't take long, and after that all of us but Liam are going to try and get together and plan a surprise party for him this weekend. His birthday was last week, but we were just so damn busy with meetings and interviews that we never had the chance to celebrate."

"Aw, that's nice," I said absentmindedly. Now that I knew the house would be empty, I tried to plan out my course of action on what to do with the house. My first thought - cameras.

"So where does that leave you?" Louis asked me, pulling me out of my trance.

I snapped out of it and blinked a couple of times. "I should probably go 'house hunting' to make it look like to Harry that I actually do plan on leaving this house in a couple of days." I don't want to tell him about the cameras. I need him to be oblivious to them so I can get a full sense of their reality and if for any reason, Louis is hiding something from me, I'll know.

"You don't have to rush things, Kelly. You can stay here as long as you like."

A weak grin crossed my lips. It was so weird to think that less than a week ago, Louis and I weren't speaking to each other because of the pent up anger and frustration we had towards one another. The generosity and welcoming attitude Louis had been giving me these past couple of days had been amazing, yet it also made me sad that I've missed out on it for so long.