The Leader

*38- Moments

(I wrote this chapter while listening to moments lol)

Harry texted me saying that he just landed and that he was on his way to his house and asked me if I wanted him to pick me up or meet him at his house.

I texted him saying I'll just meet him at his house.

I was scared. I turned my location on with jaden and Brenna just in case something did happen to me they would at least have an idea about it. Though I'm sure Harry's not stupid enough to take my phone to the same location he'd kill me.

Harry texted me and I read it.

Great, I'll see you soon princess, I've got a lot I wanna tell you. Harry

Jaden has texted me right after.

Why are you sending me your location, ion care where you are. J

Shut up lol. Just send me yours too. I think it will be a good idea that we know where eachother is incase something happens to Brenna. H

Oh, yeah you're right. J

I rolled my eyes at jadens sass. She's funny, but not right now.  Then Brenna turned hers on.

I got up and grabbed my keys to my car and started my way to Harry's. In my head it felt surreal. I kept playing different ways this could go. Option 1: Harry is ecstatic to see me and had no affiliation with Erica's death. Option 2: Harry ordered it, and new Frenchie told me and was going to see if I told anyone and then kill me. Option 3: Harry ordered it and didn't know Frenchie told me and was still gonna see what I knew and then maybe kill me.

The drive took around 45 mins because he lives quite far. I pulled into his drive way and got out of my car. As soon as I closed the door, I saw Harry come out of his house. His hair was tousled to one side and it looked like he had lost a bit of weight. I thought to myself "great, he lost weight and I've only gained weight."

"Hunter!" He exclaimed with his arms open as he walked over to me. He embraced me and kissed the side of my head.

"How are you holding up, Princess. Are you alright?" He asked me and squeezed tighter. I put my arms around him and buried my head into his shoulder. The "are you alright" for some reason pushed me over the edge. I started crying into his shoulder. I tried to blink it away but the tears kept rolling out even after I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Hunter, I'm sorry." Harry said running his hands through my hair. He walked me back inside and onto his couch. He sat down and had me lay on top of him. It felt uncomfortable but safe and familiar. Uncomfortable because it felt weird crying in front of him but safe and familiar because it was Harry.

I kept my face buried cuz I didn't want him to see my face get red and puffy. He kept one hand on my head and the other on my lower back. It was like he was cradling a baby. And here I was crying like one.

I was crying for a mix of reasons. Erica for one, Harry possibly being the one who had her killed, and It had been so long since I had seen him.

Harry was trying to console me. He kept rubbing my back and hair and whispering that it will be ok and that everyone's out looking for who did it.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that Harry wasn't behind it and that he genuinely was concerned about who killed Erica.

I eventually settled down and we were laying on the couch in silence. Until I broke it.

"How louis doing, how come he couldn't even make it down to the funeral?" I asked.

"He wanted to, but we were in the Netherlands for a couple of meetings. He can't just leave." Harry said.