Butterflies

chapter 5

Niall’s POV

I got voted out on where to go to eat but the Mexican restaurant was still good. Harry didn’t finish his tacos, which wasn’t like him, so I finished them for him. It was a little while after sitting and finishing eating I remembered my phone was off. Simon has us turn them off whenever we’re recording or something so we don’t have any distractions. I took my phone out of my pocket and turned it on. Liam, Lou, and Zayn had expressions of realization and brought out their phones as well.   

Harry sighed and rubbed his hands through his curly hair. “Shut, I shouldn’t have given my number to Addison.”

“Why?” Zayn asked in confusion.

“Because I left it in Narnia,” We just looked at him “Remember? At the movie premiere I dropped it and didn’t get it back. That was the third phone I’ve lost so management won’t let me get a new one.”

“Well if Addison has tried to call you she will hear the awesome voicemail message I made you.” Louis said with a smirk.

“Lou, what did you set my voicemail to?” Harry asked giving him the death glance.

“Oh I don’t know something about the Sexy Styles hot line.” He replied and we all burst out laughing while Harry still death-glanced.

“Did anyone else get a missed call from Addison?” Liam asked while looking at his phone

“Yup”

“Uhhu”

“Me”

“Well she must want something” I said and Harry’s eyes got big.

“I’ll be back.” He stated and got up and got up to leave.

We watched him walk out the door and Paul started to get up to follow him but we stopped him.

“He’ll be fine.” Zayn assured him.

We sat in silence for a few moments waiting for the check to come back. And then I spoke up.

“Nah we should follow him.” And there was a chorus of agreements. Paul signed the check and we left.

We followed a dark silhouette of Harry quietly while Paul waited in the car. Harry seemed to be looking at a notepad and looking up at street signs. He turned a corner and walked toward an apartment building. 

         Harry’s POV

It didn’t take me long to find her building, her address in her beautiful handwriting was huge help.

I walked into a dimly lit lobby and asked the manager at the desk what apartment Addison Taylor was in.

“1014” he replied without looking up from his computer. I thanked him and made my way over to the elevator.

 I pressed the “10” button and slowly the elevator rose. I took her notebook out of my pocket again and studied it a little more. The glitter on the outlines of butterfly wings was starting to scratch off and there was pieces of old tape left around her address that made it seem that it had been removed and replaced several times. The lock was one of the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I’m guessing her necklace went in there because it looked about the same size.

Then I did something that made me feel terrible inside. I slid a pencil I found on the floor of the elevator and put it on the tiny silver clasp, I pressed down on the pencil and the lock popped up. Shakily I saw myself open the cover of the book.

I felt pretty bad for opening someone else’s locked diary, this didn’t really seem like a diary at all. It was more like a research book. It had beautiful drawings of butterflies, flowers, children playing, and people’s faces. They were all perfectly shaded and made me smile at how good they were. My favorite was a picture of a young girl that was holding a butterfly in her hands and was looking down on it. I turned a few more pages and read some of the words that were written. They looked like they could make very good lyrics to a song: