Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Twenty One.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I just wanted to give a quick warning out for this chapter because it does contain sexual content. It's my first time ever writing it so sorry if it's awkward, weird, or you just didn't like it. Also quick shout out to beautiful_flawless5 for always voting and being a faithful reader. You rock!

The next week went by excruciatingly slow. Nothing new came up for the investigation and I had nothing to go off of so right now, I was at a stand still. There was nothing else I could do until I found something new. I've been spending a lot of time at Louis's and Harry's. Not because I had to but because I liked to and neither of them minded having me over to hang out. Especially Harry.

We were bad. Harry and I were constantly touching each other when no one was looking. On the days when we were feeling real scandalous, I would sneak into Harry's room for a hot make out session. We never actually had sex. Every time we were close to it, but one of us would pull away, usually me because I would feel so incredibly guilty, like I was wronging Louis in some way, especially after Harry one time let it slip that Louis told him not to even try to have a go with me. I felt like I was already intruding in Louis's life just by being here. I didn't want to ruin his relationship with his best friend too.

However, Harry and I would do other stuff. For example. One time I gave him a hand job under a blanket when watching a film with the rest of the band and he fingered me in the swimming pool when Louis went on a date with Eleanor. It was like a game to see how far we could push each other, how far we could go without getting caught. I'm pretty sure Zayn had his suspicions about us but never said anything. But I noticed the looks he would send Harry when no one else was looking.

I still hadn't looked into calling the agency's doctor for getting more meds because I hadn't convinced myself to go back on them. After living here for almost three weeks, I was becoming accustomed to feeling normal, hanging out with my brother and his friends and constantly hooking up with someone I know more personally than my lasts. If I go back on those pills, I will be constantly reminded about the life I have to go back to. Every time Louis tried to bring it up, I would dodge it and move on to something else.

Ryan and I haven't spoken since last week. I think he was still mad at me for disapproving of Kelsey Zorzini, which I still do. That bitch was going to have to do a lot of ass-kissing for me to like her. That's how Ryan and I worked. We had each other's back's no matter what. This was me watching out for Ryan. I wasn't going to let anyone, even Kelsey Zorzini, get the opportunity to hurt him.

My apartment was quiet on a Friday night. I had pictures of all the evidence spread out on my bed as I sat there with a glass of white wine. I had these pictures memorized by now. But no matter how many times I looked at them, it always ended being a waste of time.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I leaned over and answered it without looking at the Caller ID.

"Hello?"

I decided I had enough with the pictures and gathered them all back in the file they came from and enclosed them in the drawer of my nightstand.

"Hey, Kelly. Haven't heard from you in a while." Ian said on the other line. I sighed delightfully at the sound of Ian's voice. It was like a breath of fresh air. "How are you doing?"

"Like I've been sitting on a moving train for years and it hasn't gone anywhere." I said, moving to the kitchen to refill my glass. "This case is dead. But at the same time, it's not because people keep going missing while I'm here." I raised my voice and slammed the refrigerator door. "The worst part is, they haven't made a move on One Direction since I got here."