Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Forty Eight.

Harry's POV:

At first I was so overwhelmed with emotions that it left my mind and body numb and I didn't know how to react. I was worried out of my mind when Kelly wasn't returning any of my calls. It didn't make sense to me that the police would want to question her and not us...it was even weirder that they wouldn't want to question Paul who was supposedly with her the entire time. When Louis told me that, his voice was quivering and he held his phone in a death grip. I knew there was something he wasn't telling me but I never thought it would be this big.

My heart stopped when I saw Kelly's friend's face plastered on our television screen. After identifying him, it was clear to me that the girl next to him who was obviously injured was Kelly. Although her face was looking down and and her body was hidden by an oversized FBI rain jacket, I could see the blood starting from her forehead and the tight grip she had around her right arm. I didn't even care that I was lied to about where she was, I just wanted to make sure she was safe.

Louis struggled to come up with a lie after that one. In fact, he almost started to cry because he was so overcome with guilt and he had to excuse himself. I was so livid though and not thinking clearly. I called him a coward for walking away from me, loathing the idea that Louis would hide such a secret from me. After that, I barely spoken to anyone. The police were constantly checking up on me, only making my mood even more foul. Liam had to politely ask them to back off and let me be. I didn't sleep a wink that night and Louis and I didn't speak until Kelly, Louis's father, and her two friends, including douche bag Ryan, walked through our door.

I don't even know how to describe how I felt when I saw her. I wanted to yell at her for lying to me. I thought my anger towards what she had done was going to trigger loud and hurtful words the second I saw her. I didn't care if they hurt her feelings. I wanted her to know how extremely betrayed I felt. The worst feeling was wanting to call it quits, throw her out of my house, and tell her I never wanted to see her again. That's how mad I was.

But then I saw her. Physically and mentally.

Kelly had a deep gash above her brow that was tied up with stitches. She could barely move her right arm and it dangled limply at her side. And her fingers were taped together on a metal splint. Her face was pale and her eyes were dull, clearly exhausted from whatever she had gone through in the past two days. She could barely stand on her own and had to use the wall to steady herself. I had to hold myself back from helping her to the couch and making her comfortable.

When Kelly first walked through the door, the woman police offer who Louis had been whispering with throughout the night, jumped out of her seat like her boss had just caught her dozing off at her desk. She blurted out "Agent Kelly." And immediately, I was struck with an emotion I didn't know how to describe. Agent? It didn't make sense for her to be in the FBI. She was so young...at least I thought she was. The hell would I know now?

I knew I was rude to her. When she weakly told me that we had to talk I basically scoffed in her face and let my sarcastic attitude resurface. I watched her recoil like I had punched her in the gut, but she took it because she knew she deserved it. But now as I sit here and reflect, did she deserve it?

Then she hissed at Louis's father and called him Dad. That's when the entire room seemed to become silent, including Liam, Niall, and Zayn. Our heads snapped in Louis's direction who had been looking at the floor guiltily. Kelly was Louis's sister? After my mind cleared from being so stunned, I was able to see the similarity between the two of them physically and thinking about their past behavior towards each other. Louis was always protective of Kelly, but I thought it was because they were good friends. But no. It was because she was his little sister. Boy did I feel like a dick for sleeping with my best mate's little sister.