Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Fifty Three.

Harry held me against his chest the entire flight home on the makeshift bed. My eyes would constantly droop shut only to be popped open a minute after. Gregory's face would appear in my head, my heart would start racing, and my arm would start to throb. Long story short, I didn't sleep.

No one talked on the way home. Maybe it was because we were all physically and emotionally exhausted, or maybe it was because we all feared what our future had planned for us. I couldn't believe Harry still wanted to be with me even after all of this shit and I was still in shock by it, and of course I want to be with him too but that's easier said than done. Who knows the endless amount of issues we are going to run into because of my job and the effects it will take on our relationship. I didn't want my job to come in between us but I knew that was a lot to ask for and probably an impossible request.

By the time the plane landed it was dark outside. The jet's lights enhanced the bags under our eyes making it more than obvious we were all running on lack of sleep. Even Louis, who had his headphones in the entire ride didn't get a wink of sleep.

Harry shrugged my bag over his shoulder and let me walk in front of him down the stairs of the jet. I had to squint under the bright lights of the jet and airport, but when my vision refocused I saw a group of people waiting for us by the cars that were sent to pick us up. I glanced up at Harry who also had his eyes narrowed at the group trying to figure out who they were.

"Sorry..." Louis said slowly. He didn't look all too surprised to see the group but he did look a little guilty.

When we walked closer I was finally able to make out the faces. Niall, Liam, and Zayn accompanied by Eleanor, my mother, and Lottie.

"Mom." My sight stayed locked onto her presence. Just by looking at her, I was overcome with emotion and felt a strong desire to embrace her in a hug and not let go.

She ran over to me with tears in her eyes and cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes studied every visible injury before locking eyes with me. She wiped away the stray tear that escaped on my cheek and gently pulled me into her and hugged me tight. I wrapped my good arm around her waist and squeezed her softly. There really is no love like a mother's love. After Ireland, I didn't think I was going to see her again, and now I didn't want to let go. I didn't want to put myself through situations where I might not come back to this. I didn't want to risk not coming back to this love.

"I love you so much, darling," she whispered in my ear and pulled back. "And I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished."

"Thanks, Mom."

I glanced over at my little sister and when our eyes met, she also gave me an emotional hug.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Lottie smirked.

"Yeah it runs in the family so watch out," I winked.

Eleanor and Louis pulled apart so that my mom could hug Louis, but when he opened his arms for her, she swatted at his chest.

"Are you out of your mind? You scared me half to death running after your sister like that. You could have gotten yourself killed, Louis Tomlinson."

Louis gaped at our mother and Lottie and I had to stifle our giggles. I missed watching Louis get yelled at for something I got away for.

"What about Kelly? You didn't yell at her like this!" Louis waved his finger in my direction like a tween trying to place the blame on somebody else.

"Kelly has been trained for experiences like that. I'm not allowed to yell at her. However, you sir, have not and I am allowed to yell as much as I want at you."