DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Twenty-Three

Jamie

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" Sally said as the driver came to my side to open the door for me.

I just nodded quietly.

"Help with your bags, ma'm?" The man asked as he popped the trunk.

"No, thank you. I'll be fine." I said swinging my purse around my shoulder to give myself an easier grip on the suitcase.

"Mr. Styles said you'd say that." The driver said moving over to me and taking the suitcase.

"Why did you ask me then?" I said walking behind him towards the apartment building.

"Because he said you'd rather me ask first." The driver smiled.

I felt my chest tighten. Harry was still trying to take care of me even though he sent me back home.

We made our way up to the apartment, I tried to tip the driver but he told me Harry already covered everything. I rolled my eyes, when I turned to my door I noticed the locks were different. I touched the brand new cool metal, it was smooth. Definitely wouldn't be getting stuck any time soon again.

"Thank you, I can take it from here." I smiled and took the handle to my suitcase. Turning the key to my apartment had never been so easy.

When I opened the door, my eyes shot straight to my bed and then my heart sank.

Jake was sitting there, stroking Crookshanks back.

With my laptop on his knees.

Oh god.

"What are you doing here?" I asked kicking off my shoes.

My eyes stayed glued to my computer. He didn't look up from it either.

He coughed twice, signaling he was clearing his throat.

"Dear Harry, I don't know what I'm doing emailing a stupid celebrity...."

I looked down, because at that moment I was certain my stomach had fallen right out. A rollar coaster of emotions ran through me. Jake had read my emails to Harry.

"Jake, please. I can explain. I was going through some stuff, I don't know what I was thinking." I said, walking over to him.

He snapped and threw my laptop across the room.

Harry

"I miss Sally." Niall said.