Misunderstood (Harry Styles)

Chapter 20

Masie

It was a week into Harry's tour now and he was doing amazing and I can tell how happy it right now. The stage is deffinatly where he was meant to be. He's so natural at entertaining the audience, he doesnt even have to try he just is himself.

Today I was planning to go to my dad's studio and having a snoop around to see if I can get some more answers. I feel like I'm sleeping with one eye open all the time that those men are going to come back. Turner is great don't get me wrong but at the end of the day if they want to get me then they will.

I had visited a few places this week, unfortunately Harry couldn't come as he is so damn busy but it's all part of his life and I get that.

We were getting on the tour bus tonight to travel across a few states to the next show in New York so today was my last chance to do some digging on my dad.

I went into the bathroom and had a quick shower before exiting and pulling on some black leggings and a hoodie. I pulled my hair into a high pony tail, putting some light make up on and grabbed my phone and sunglasses.

"Where are you going 007?" Harry deep voice asked from across the room.

"What do you mean?" I asked giggling at him.

"You look like some spy going on an undercover mission," He chuckled walking closer to me and tugging on my pony tail wrapping it around his hand.

"I'm going to go and see if I can find anything at my dad's studio so suggest anything," I explained wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Mase, do you have to? What if that guys there again or what if you get attacked or hurt. Don't think I didn't notice those bruises on your stomach. It's dangerous," Harry's stern voice rang in my ears. I flinched remembering the punch to my stomach I had hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Harry I need information so I know exactly what we're dealing with. I will take Turner with me," I suggested hoping it will persuade him.

"Fine but any signs of trouble and Turner will be dragging you out of there whether you like it or not,", Harry grumbled clearly not happy with my plan.

I tugged the curls at the back of his neck tugging him closer to me. "I will be fine. And if it makes you feel better you can do a full body inspection on my later to make sure there's not a scratch on me," I flirted at him.

He smirked at me grasping my hips to press against his. I gasped. "Are you sure you haven't got any spair time now?" Harry grinned dipping his head to my neck kissing down to my collar bone.

"I asked the receptionist at my dads studio his timetable so I know when he's going to be in. It's an hour from now, so I need to hurry. But we'll pick this up later on the tour in one of those tiny little bunks," I said pecking his lips quickly, winking and heading to the door.

"I've got a better bus this time theres no small bunk just a nice bedroom at the back," Harry grinned at me. "See you later, be safe. Stay with Turner," He added.

I waved him off as I headed out of the hotel room.

Turner was already waiting outside for me as I had called him first thing this morning. I hopped in the door he opened for me and we headed to my dad's studio.

I had also found out that Ed Sheeran was in rehearsals this morning in the studio so I was using this as an alibi if anyone wonders why I'm there if my dad isn't.

Once we arrive Turner and I get out and head in greeting the receptionist.

"Hello, I don't think we got properly introduced last time, I'm Masie," I introduced to the receptionist. I needed her on my side and to not think I'm up to anything. If she gets any suspicions she going to be straight on the phone to my dad.

"I'm Emily it's nice to officially meet you," She replied shaking my hand.

"That dress looks gorgeous on you, hugs you perfectly I'm well jealous," I take gushed at her.

"Thanks so much no one ever compliments me on what I wear," She replied with a sad tone in her voice.

"Well your look amazing you've got curves flaunt them there beautiful," I replied.

"So have you under all that, wish I could wear that it looks so comfortable," Emily giggled at me.

"Aww you're so lovely Emily, I need to go as Ed is waiting for me but we should deffinatly go out for drinks sometime," I grinned at her she was actually a nice girl I could see myself hanging out with her.

"That would be cool, I'll see you later," she said.

"Bye,"

Turner and I headed to the studio to see Ed. As I was chatting to him Turner was busy doing a job for me. Our the past week I had learned that he was quite a tech nerd before doing the job he does now and I know my dad has cctv everywhere in this place. So Turner was putting the cameras on loop for me but it would only last 20 minutes. That was 20 minutes to search my dad's office. Turner waiting inside by the door.

I looked through the window at Turner he nodded his head. I said bye to Ed and headed to my dad's office. I peeked in, it was empty. I headed straight to his desk searching through his draws but found nothing. Then the book case nothing. Filing cabinet nothing. There's wasn't nowhere else to look.

"There's nothing," I said to Turner as I walked over a rug by the desk, then there was a squeek, I looked at Turner curiously rising my eye brows.

The floor was solid wooden floor and shouldnt creek not with the prices my dad would have paid anyways. Strange? I pulled back the rug and there was a little square hatch in the floor. I looked up at Turner grinning.

"Let me," He started moving me away.

He bent down and got his phone out. The lock was a finger print mechanism, he easily hacked into it and unlocked it. He then put gloves on and opened the hatch. There in the bottom sat. Bags and bags of pills and white powder, I would of said a few billion pounds worth.

"Shit," I mumbled getting my phone out and taking a picture. "Dad what have you got yourself into," I mumbled.

Turner phone buzzes. "Your dad's car just pulled up in the car park we have to go," He said closing the hatch and securing it once more. I pulled the rug back.

We then snuck back to the studio where Ed was.

"Masie there you are," my dad's voice rang in my ears as he burst through the door. "I think we need to have a talk... his eyes did not look happy