The Truth Is (slow updates)

Chapter 27-

Chapter 27-

A couple of days passed since the weekend with no calls or contact from Harry or his management team. For once since the past month my life was finally beginning to feel a little normal again as I had time to get on with my old routines. That was until Wednesday night.

I got home from work at around 6 and noticed I had a couple of voice messages left for me on the landline. I walked over to the house phone and pressed play on the machine.

"Message one, Wednesday at 16:41pm." The machine spoke as I waited for the recorded message to play its self.

"Hi Clara, it's Harry." A familiar raspy voice spoke through the machine. "call me back when you get this message. Thanks." He said before ending the call.

I picked up the phone from the receiver where it was charging and dialled his number back.

"Hello?" His voice spoke through the phone after a couple of rings.

"I got the voice mail." I started without a hello. "I thought you wasn't going to call until the weekend."

"I know but I just couldn't help but call I miss you so much baby!" He said sarcastically.

"What do you want Harry?!" I scoffed.

"My journal."

"Your journal?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

"I don't have your journal."

"Yes you do I left it at your house by accident."

"Harry, I tidy my house everyday and I haven't come across your journal."

"Well can you at least have a look for it? You might have tidied it away without realising."

"I didn't. I already told you I haven't seen it."

"Please Clara just have a look around. You don't understand how special that journal is to me. Please." He practically pleaded.

"Fine!" I sighed. "I'll look for the stupid book!"

"Thanks."

"I'll let you know if I find it."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye Harold." I mumbled.

"What did you say?!"

"I said bye Harry!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He said before hanging up.

I took a bath and got into my pyjamas before going to search for Harry's journal. First I looked around the living room I searched under the sofa's behind the cushions behind the TV and everywhere else I could think to look but still nothing. After that I went to the kitchen and searched high and low but his journal was no where in sight.

After that I looked in my bedroom. I checked under the bed, in my wardrobe I even look in my underwear draw although I had no clue what it would be doing in there! After that I walked over to the window and noticed a little brown leather book behind a picture frame which held a picture of me and my friend Lydia.

"There you are!" I mumbled as I picked it up and carried it down stairs with me. I sat on the couch and placed the little book next to me as I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. After a while I picked up the little leather jotter and looked closely at the writing that was written on the spine and the cover.

"One and Only." I said out loud as I read what was written up the spine.

"I wonder what he's written about in here..." I said as I turned the small book over to look at the back which was covered with a few little doodles drawn in black ink.