Trust {Harry Styles}

Secretive

Lily's POV

Two days.

It's been two days since I had received that creepy letter and I still haven't told anyone about it besides Liam.

Dad and Karen called yesterday and said they're extending their stupid cruise to 2 weeks longer. Seriously? I mean, is that really necessary?

I haven't talked to Harry since the day I received the letter. I still don't know if I should tell him about it or not. What if it's him? What if he's playing some practical joke on me? Would he even do something like that?

Too many questions were going through my mind that I couldn't focus on anything.

In school the teacher had called on me which of course was because I wasn't paying attention, therefore resulting in me getting embarrassed and the whole class laughing at my stupidity.

Fuck school.

Since I was 100% completely done with school, I decided to skip today and just stay home. Tomorrow is the day the letter had invited me to talk to whoever that person is, which I still haven't decided on.

What if I get kidnapped? Or worse, killed.

I wiped those thoughts from my head and went towards the door that someone just knocked on.

I opened it to see Harry.

Or more specifically, an angry Harry.

"What the fuck, Lily?" he screamed at me.

"Calm down! What's the problem?"

"When the hell were you going to tell me about this?" he held up a very familiar looking letter.

I grabbed it from his grasp and skimmed it over, "Where did you get this?"

"It was on the windshield of my car this morning before school. I searched for you at school until I realized you skipped and came straight here. By the way, why did you skip?" he questioned.

"I'm over school," I rolled my eyes and fully let him in my house. We sat on the couch and I folded my legs together. "Sorry I didn't tell you."

He closed his eyes and sighed, "I've been freaking out, Lily. You could be in serious trouble."

"I know I know. And don't get mad when I tell you my next thing, okay?"

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes.

"No, seriously Harry. I can't handle having you mad at me. Promise?" I held my pinky out to him and he responded by linking his finger with mine and kissing it.

I blushed furiously and cleared my throat, "I didn't want to tell you because I thought that maybe you wrote the note and was playing some joke on me this whole time."

He raised his eyebrows at me, "You really think I'd do something like that?"

"I'm sorry, Harry."

He sighed, "Don't worry about it. At this point, we need to figure out who this person is."

"And how are we going to do that?" I raised my eyebrows at him and gave a doubtful look.

"You, are going to go to that meet up tomorrow night."

"But I-"

"And," he cut me off, "I am going with you."