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Take 28 - Gotta Be You - Part 2

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I sat up straight the moment the door closed. Looking at the two police officers, I could see that they weren’t exactly comfortable here. In fact, the youngest one seemed to be ready to pass out.

Maybe he dislikes hospitals… I thought.

The oldest police officer cleared his throat. He reminded me of Steven in a way—just older. “Ms. Hanson,” he said. “How much of last night do you remember?”

I shrugged. “Not that much, really.”

“Try to tell us anything you can remember. If you saw something suspicious or if you saw someone who’s been aggressive towards you in the past.”

Frowning, I realized what he was saying. “You think I was deliberately targeted?”

This time, it was the youngest officer who spoke. “We’re only checking all the leads. That particular nightclub isn’t exactly known for being clean so you could have been a random target.” He looked around the room, fixing his uniform. “In light of your recent break-in, though. It’s better to check every end.”

I nodded. That actually made sense. “Well. I was with the band for the most of the evening. At least from what I remember.”

“And with the band I assume you mean One Direction?” the older officer asked.

“Yes.” I thought back to last night, trying to fill in the blanks with what I’d heard from Louis. “At one point, they were all away from our VIP section, though. I saw someone I recognized from the hotel, and I walked down to him.”

“Did you see anything out of the ordinary on your way there?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. He finished his drink and then he left. I noticed a couple of co-actors and took them back with me to the VIP section.”

“And that’s where you started to feel faint?” The officer scribbled something on his notepad.

“No, I chugged my drink and then walked out on the dance floor with Harry. We danced up until it all went dark.” I shrugged. “My glass never left the VIP section, and I’m fairly sure it was guarded.”

The officer wrote something else. “I know we’ve already asked this of you last week, but can you think of anyone who might wish to harm you?”

Shaking my head, I bit my lip. Even when I’d asked Ludmilla about this after the break-in, she couldn’t think of anyone either. Personally, I didn’t have any enemies, so whoever was doing this must be out to get Ludmilla.

Unless…

“You look like you just thought of something,” the younger officer said.

“I did…” I swallowed. “Back in Chicago… I had this incident at a party a few weeks ago. Someone was trying to sell me drugs, but I declined. He got pretty physical until Harry stepped in and knocked him out.”

“And this person? Could he have followed you to Milan with plans of revenge?”

“From what I know, he was taken into Police custody in Chicago, but I honestly don’t know.” The thought of the creepy Allen made me shiver.

“Alright.” The officer closed his notepad. “Thank you for your time. You know our number if you remember anything else.”

I nodded and watched silently as they left the room. Lying back down, I stared at the ceiling. Why hadn’t I thought of Allen before? Maybe it was because of the fact that I’d been drugged that I thought of him now. He could have fled after being let out on bail and followed me here, but surely, he wouldn’t be that stupid. Would he?

Then again, he did try to sell me drugs at a private party…

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I barely noticed when the door banged open. I looked up and saw a worried Harry staring at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Giving him a reassuring smile, I nodded. “I’m fine.”

“Thank god.” He let out a relieved sigh, stepping closer to the bed. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Trust me,” I said. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“I saw the police leave the room. Did they have any leads?” He sat down on the chair and scooted closer to the bed, taking my hand in his.

“It’s a fifty-fifty I think. Apparently, the club has been in the police’s spotlight before in relation to drugs. But I also thought of someone else…”

“Who?” He frowned.

“Do you remember the drug-dealer?” I tried to sound casual.

“That son-of-a—”

“It might not be him,” I interrupted. “From all we know, he could be in jail in Chicago right now.”

“He’s still a creep,” Harry muttered.

“I’m not arguing against you there.” I smiled. “Louis told me how worried you were. I’m sorry.”

He looked down. “I know it wasn’t your fault.”

“You saved my life, you know that, right?” I grinned. “You’re my personal hero.”

His cheeks became red, and he began to play with my fingers. “I’m no hero.”

“Really?” I frowned. “You’ve saved me more than once.”

“Name once…” he dared me.

“When you took my hand in the creepy outhouse at the studio. Or when you caught me when I was stuck in a tree. Or how about that time you saved me from Allen and Peyton?” I looked at him. “You’ve caught me when I’ve tripped so many times. And when you helped me get my medicine when the thunderstorm hit. Do I need to go on?”

He looked at me. “I can’t take credit for catching you—you’re a complete klutz.”

I stuck out my tongue at him. “The point is: You’re a hero. You’re my hero.”

Harry gave me the sweetest of smiles, his face lighting up. “You’re my hero too.”

I snorted. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m serious…” He kissed my hand. “You’re really strong. Even now, after all of this. I would have lost my mind so much earlier. It’s… inspiring.”

My face flared up. Harry leaned in closer, when the door burst open. We jerked away from each other, and I looked up to see who the intruder was.

It was Steven...

 A/N: This marks the offical Microsoft Word, word count as 50.000 words. #Woot. That means, this story is over 130k words now. And I started in August. 60k in October. 50k in November (so far). Who's proud of me? Eh? 

Give this a vote, maybe? I'm still going for a marathon, so your support is appreciated. Who thinks I can do it? Can I exceed last Saturday's 12k? Tell me in the comments.