Duplicity [h.s]

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Aven Brooks

The pictures I got yesterday weren't enough, obviously. I got a picture of cocaine and a syringe, that's it. Sadly those picture aren't incriminating nor shocking. I'm pretty sure the world knows Duplicity uses drugs, it's not that surprising.

I needed to get the real dirty stuff, whatever that stuff was.

It was shortly after nine in the morning, I was sitting up cross legged on my bed, the camera memory card in my computer so I can look at the the five photos I took. Even though I almost got caught, I plan to continue this search. I couldn't give up. Almost getting caught yesterday scared the living shit out of me though, I was sure it was my last day on earth.

There was a knock on my door, instantly making me nervous. Part of me was still on red alert that Harry would catch me on what I did yesterday. I don't know how, but I was on edge.

"Who is it?" I say while quickly ejecting my memory our card from the computer, jumping out of bed and burying it in the suitcase.

"Louis." The quiet voice answered, catching me completely off guard.

Louis?

I jog over to the door in my pyjamas shirts and a t-shirt, unlocking and opening it up. He was standing there with his little black medical kit, a lollipop in his mouth.

Immediately I remember I still had stitches in my head and he was suppose to come take them out sometime. He stood in the doorway, waiting for me to let him in.

I step to the side, inviting him in.

He walks in with his medical kit, the scent of cherry going with him. Is he also obsessed with red suckers? It was weird seeing him with one, I've gotten to the point where red lollipops meant Harry Styles in my brain.

I shut the door as Louis went over to my bed, by the time I turned around he was already sat on the edge and unzipping the kit. I silently stepped over to the bed and sat down in my original spot near the headboard.

"Will this hurt?" I murmur, sitting down and crossing my legs.

"No." He says shortly, I always forget he doesn't talk much. His answer also didn't sound comforting at all.

He takes out a medical wipe from the package and brings it to my temple, rubbing it gently to disinfect the area. I stayed frozen on the bed, watching him focus on my forehead. He was very gentle in his movements, but also very silent.

"How long were you in med school for?" I murmur, my eyes looking up at him as he was focused on my forehead.

He glanced at my eyes for a second before flicking them back up. He can't think that was a surprising question, he is sitting here taking out my stitches. Of course I would think he has some sort of medical degree.

He didn't answer, just grabbing a new tool from his kit and reaching back up to my head.

"I'm just curious." I state. "You seem to know what your doing."

I felt a bit of an unexpected pinch, making me jolt so he pauses. He snaps down at my eyes again, sending a strict stare like I was in trouble for moving when he's doing such a intricate job.

"Sorry." I murmur from my reflex.

He looks back up and continues.

"I never finished." He murmured an answer to my previous question, pinching again but I didn't flinch this time because I anticipated it.

I got a scent of cherry when he spoke.

"Why not?" I proceed.

"The band got big, I couldn't do both." He answers under his breath, putting the tool down and grabbing another.