Long Lost (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 8- Part 2

NIALL'S POV

"Niall! Get in the car!" Harry yelled.

I got in the passenger seat, "Harry you can't drive. It's pass your curfew."

"Whatever." He turned on the music. "We'll need to rehearse you know." He looked at me going at least 20 kilometers faster than you were supposed to.

"I know." I said. It had to work perfectly.

We pulled into the Topshop offices lot. It was all closed.

"Did you get the key from your ex?" I asked him.

"Yeah. She's all like 'okay...'" Harry smirked, "Claire is still super hot."

"Wait her name was Claire? That's Cam's assistant!" I realized.

"Weird how things work." He mindlessly replied.

We got out of the car and Harry unlocked the door to the building. "Okay, Trisha worked on the 17th floor room P-1. That's probably where Cameron's office is."

"Harry? How do you know her office?" I looked at him.

"Um...I-uh.." He looked at the ground.

"You didn't." I stared at him.

"Maybe?"

"Oh god. Okay, well I'm going to barf now. HARRY SHE'S LIKE 60." I shook him.

"Uh-yeah. Let's just go up now." He pushed the elevator door.

That was the most awkward elevator ride.

Ever.

We got to her floor and went into her room.

"Go to Claire's desk. She'll have all the information." I said. Claire's desk was behind Cam's. Harry turned on the computer and searched through files and files.

"AHAH! Got it! Cameron trip info." He clicked a couple of times. And then he signaled me to come over. He had a document open that was a calendar. "Tomorrow she's going to New York for three days." He took a picture of the screen and sent it to Paul telling him to book this flight, first class. "Okay let's get out of here, get the boys, and start to rehearse."