Finding You ❀ h.s.

Chapter 6

Harry when he sees Monica for the first time in 2 years.

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"This can't be happening." I cried. "This cannot be fucking happening."

Monica Finns, 20, was spotted leaving her hotel around 10 p.m. last night. She got into a car with Louis Tomlinson, 28, in a short dress with talk heels.

"She looked as if she was going to do her night job at a strip club." A witness reported to us, "If my daughter dressed like that, I would disown her."

I wiped my tears away, this is all complete bullshit. My dress was barely above my knees, and I never wear heels that are terribky high, since I'm tall enough.

Finns and Tomlinson got out of the car and walked into a club, Tomlinson held her hand as he lead her in. We have witness reports that were inside with the two models.

"Louis immediatley grabbed a girl to dance with as they entered, so Monica and him aren't dating." A witness told us. "Monica just stood there with nothing to do. She looked bored. Louis kept telling her to dance with someone, and I thought that she was being loyal to her doctor-boyfriend that I'm always hearing about. That was until i saw the atrractive Malik kid walk in."

Zayn Malik, 28, is a good friend of Tomlinson's. They were spotted smoking together multiple times.

"Louis had talked Monica into having a few shots, and she got carried away. Zayn started dancing with her and she seemed to go with it. She talked to him and they seemed to agree with her, so he took her hand and led her out of the club." The witness concluded.

Let's hope that Finns didn't get into the 'chicken and chili' with Tomlinson and Malik.

Pictures were taken of Malik taking Finns to his car and spedding off with her. They weren't spotted for the rest of the night.

The witnesses wished to stay annomous

Tears of anger rolled down my face. I wanted to pull my hair out.

I dialed Laur's number and waited for it to ring.

"Monica? Where are you? Everyone is looking under fucking rocks for you-"

"Did you see the damn tabloid, Laur?" I nearly screamed.

"Which one?"

I sighed. "T-There's more than one?" I cried.

"Monica! Don't cry-"

"How am i not supposed to cry, Laur?" I wiped under my eyes for what seemed to be the 100th time. "My life is getting worse and worse by the minute. I just want to go home."

"Monica, I'll fix it, don't worry." She spoke softly.

I sniffled. "Jesus. What would I do without you?"

Laur giggled. "That what I'm here for!"

We hung up and I looked up to see Zayn standing in the doorway.

"Hi." I spoke.

"H-Hello." He seemed out of breath.

I frowned. "If it's about the tabloids, my publicist has it under control. Don't worry-"