It's the age old story of friends to lovers but exactly how long until these friends turn to lovers?
Cash and Harry are trapped inside of the same spinning wheel of fame, music, and success and with nothing short of overbooked schedules and thousan...
I was beyond confused. When I woke up in Sarah's apartment, I had three missed calls with three voice messages.
LA P.D. Hi, Ms. Claybourne, this is Officer Ryan Pilosky from LA P.D. A security call came from your apartment building around 1:30 this morning on November 17th. It seems someone has broken into your apartment. Please call us so we can discuss further in detail the next steps.
Gemma Styles Cash! I was thinking about Harry's show at the forum, I have some ideas on a surprise for him! Call me!
Grandma Bonjour, ma petite chérie, tu me manques. J'appelle juste poir voir quand vous serez à la maison pour l'action de grâce. Je t'aime. [Hello, my little darling, I miss you. Just calling to see when you will be home for thanksgiving. I love you.]
I felt a mix of emotions. One, my apartment was broken into. The immediate sense of discomfort was overwhelming. Second, Gemma wanted to plan a surprise for Harry. Harry deserved a surprise after this album but I was still trying to process my emotions from yesterday and my heart sunk at Harry's name. Third, going home for thanksgiving. I completely forgot thanksgiving was about two weeks away. I love my grandma and I missed her cajun French accent as I heard her voice, she I am very close with her so I am excited to see her but I couldn't feel excited right now as I remembered someone broke into my apartment, Harry was lying to me, thanksgiving meant seeing my family.
My mind was hazy and I could only do one thing right now, go back to LA. Luckily I had a key to Harry's apartment so I didn't need to wait for him to let be in to grab my suitcase. He wasn't home, he was at the BBC 1 show to perform. My mind was jumbled with confusion I hadn't thought to leave a note or text anyone that I had to go back. So when I landed in LA with multiple missed calls from Sarah and Harry I cursed to myself, they would both be worried sick.
I didn't have time to check the messages as I was grabbing a cab and heading to the police station. When I called the officer back he told me to go the station. I was so annoyed that this was happening. Why did this have to happen? On top of everything else going on in my mind right now this was the last thing I needed, it couldn't get worse than this.
Until it did.
Officer Ryan Pilosky and his partner Meredith Grange drove me to my apartment so I could identify what was missing. My initial reaction to finding out someone broke into my home was shock and aggravation, but now looking at my apartment and hearing officer Pilosky talk to me I was filled with fear.
"Do you have any enemy's Ms. Claybourne?" Any enemy's?
"I'm so confused," I said looking around. The place was absolutely trashed. "Do you think this was on purpose? Not some random person?" My initial thought was someone randomly just chose my apartment to break into but the way Officer Pilosky asked me his question I felt a chill down my spine.
"In our experience, the way things are looking," Officer grange spoke with hesitation, "this doesn't resemble a normal break in. Whoever did this was looking for something, take your time and look around, if there is anything missing tell us."
I wordlessly looked through my apartment and treaded lightly around the area. This place I used to call home seems so unsafe now. I didn't notice anything in particular that was missing. Then I remembered my safe under the bed. Only a few people knew about it. It's where I kept my Master's for my new album. It was only 2 songs so far and I was very proud of them. I looked under my bed and pulled the safe out. I slowly pushed my fingers across the buttons, entering in the code. A green light and a click told me I was correct. I moved the handle to the left and opened the safe.
My master's were gone. All that was left was a note,
I will take what is mine, bitch.
My blood ran cold and the fear I felt before only grew stronger. Who did this? Take what's theirs? If I wasn't confused before then I definitely was now.
"Find anything?" Officer Grange asked walking into my room with Pilosky behind her.
"My master's are gone," I spoke numbly. "I had two finished songs in here for my new album. There was this," I reached out my hand holding the note to hand to officer Grange.
"It's handwritten," she said reading it over. "That's good, we'll send this for DNA. Do you anyone who could want to do this to you?"
"Anyone who wants to steal my songs and make me feel unsafe in my own home," I replied bitterly. "No." I knew my words were harsh but I was so upset and felt so mentally exhausted.
"We're sorry, is there somewhere else you could stay?"
"Yes," I replied without hesitation. Harry's house was the last place I wanted to go but I knew I would be safe there. My mind was still reeling as I processed my feelings for him and tried to ignore the ache that he didn't confide in me. Thinking of Harry used to be bring me comfort, now it brought a dull ache. I shouldn't feel this way though, it's not like he knew I was in love with him. He didn't cheat, we weren't together.
"I'll pack up my things and head there. Will you need to come back here?"
"We took pictures and dusted for fingerprints that are being analyzed now, we should be done here."
I nodded and walked them to the door thanking them for their work. Going back into the apartment alone to pack only made me feel more anxious. The fact that someone was plotting some type of revenge? Is that the right word? It made me nauseous. The lack of sleep, time difference from traveling, thinking about Harry, my apartment being broken into, my master's stolen, thanksgiving in two weeks. I felt like I was drowning. Everything crashed down all at one, when it rains it pours.
I made to Harry's house soon after I packed, I didn't want to stay in my apartment longer than I had to. I packed more clothes in my suitcase, toiletries, and my guitar. The more I thought about the break in the more I was filled with anxiety. I had a $6,000 guitar that they didn't take, they only took my master's. I was so confused, I was a nice person. I mean, I don't think I had enemy's. I tried to treat people with kindness-- Harry's mantra.
As soon as I walked into his house and closed the door immediately locking it, I walked up to all windows and doors in his house making sure they were locked. I felt so uncomfortable. I closed all curtains and tried to quiet my mind. I was right though, even bring in Harry's house brought a wave of comfort that I wasn't expecting the intensity of. I wasn't surprised after I took my shower and laid down putting on a pair of cotton shorts and one of Harry's t-shirts that exhaustion overcame and I passed out from the events that took place in the last 30 hours.
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