Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Forty Seven

We had to move quickly out of the hospital so we wouldn't be spotted. We dodged the security that was supposed to be protecting me and other injured agents...so the fact that I could sneak out of the building without their knowledge was a little discomforting. Ryan sped to Harry and Louis's place because the longer we sat in the car, the more anxious I got.

I didn't know what was going to happen when I would be face to face with Harry. I'm sure he no longer believed whatever lie Louis fed him since he hadn't heard from me in almost twenty four hours. He's going to break up with me on the spot. And I deserved that. It was going to suck. A lot. But I had to prepare myself. If I shamefully shed a tear, at least I could blame it on my injuries since it looked like I got run over by a tractor.

We had to show our agency IDs to the police surrounding Harry and Louis's development. Ryan pulled the car over to the curb outside their house where we sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Do you want to wait for your dad to get here?" Ryan asked after a moment.

"Don't have to," I answered.

My father's SUV pulled up and parked in front of us. Without hesitation, he hopped out of the front seat and buttoned up his suit jacket. He stopped in front of our car and dropped his hands to his side. He narrowed his eyes at the windshield and just stood there. No sign of worry for is injured daughter. No distraught, no love. All business and disappointment. I couldn't believe I had to be related to this guy.

"I'll call you guys later," I said, pulling the handle and opening the door.

"What?" Ryan looked surprised. "You think you have to face this alone? No way. I'm coming with you."

"Yeah, me too." Monique nodded. Both of them hopped out of the car before I could stop them.

Ryan helped me out of my side of the car even though my head was feeling better and the meds were beginning to wear off. That being said, the pain was coming back. I felt every stitch embedded into my skin and a pounding throb in my bicep.

My ignorant dad didn't look me over, ask me if I was okay, or even say hello. Instead, he just kept moving towards the house when he saw me. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his hands were tightly clutched around the handle of his briefcase. When he walked ahead of me, I made sure to hold up my middle finger on my good hand in a silent "fuck you!"

My father talked to the guard standing in front of the front door who then let us pass through. I first spotted Brianna. She was standing in the kitchen area with the rest of the boys who I had seen after taking a few more lethargic steps forward.

Brianna was the first to notice me and jumped out of her seat at the sight. "Oh my god. Agent Kelly."

Thank god the cat was about to be out of the bag because Brianna just blurted out the word "agent" without a second thought. Her sudden abruption caused heads to turn towards the rest of us.

Louis stood up from his spot on the couch with Eleanor and took one cautious step forward. His eyes raked over all my injuries starting from the stitches and making its way down to my fingers. His mouth was slightly agape and he struggled for words to say. I discreetly shook my head. I didn't want him to say anything.

My eyes locked on Harry. He did the same thing Louis did. I imagined him to be angry, immediately shouting bolded curses at me for lying to him and playing with his feelings. But instead, he looked hurt. Hurt that I would keep something so big from him and ruin our relationship over it. I swallowed my tears and ripped my gaze away from his and to the floor.

"Dad..." Louis said slowly. I think he put the pieces together because his shoulders slumped and he looked upset. "Kell..."

"Oh my god, Kelly. Are you okay?" Eleanor asked. Louis was holding her hand with their fingers interlocked.