DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Thirty-One

A/N

I've decided to republish these chapters under Dear Harry. Thanks guys. x

Harry

Nadine hadn't answered any of my calls since I'd gotten off the plane and I had no idea where she was living right now or who with. I took one more look at my phone and checked my messages.

Nothing.

It took everything in me not to get right back onto that plane and fly back to Jamie. Perhaps Nadine had changed her mind or decided on another father.

The guys all called bull on her end, saying she just said it to get me back here. No one has seen her in weeks, not even Perez Hilton had a post about her in the last couple of months. You'd think a six month pregnant Victoria's Secret model who had previously dated 'Heartbreaker of 2013' would show up on someone's post, somewhere.

I could find nothing.

I wasn't exactly an expert at snooping though.

Or was it creeping?

I didn't do either of these things on a daily basis.

A black car pulled up to the side of the building. Surprisingly in LA no one had spotted me yet, there were no mobs. That was about to change.

I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder.

"Mr. Styles." The driver greeted me. I returned a small smile and continued to carry my bag to the trunk, even after he offered to grab it for me.

Once I heard the first girl scream, I laughed. It never lasted too long.

"We should head out quickly." One of the security guards from inside the car said.

"Mind if we don't? It looks like there's only a few. Might as well." I shut the trunk and turned around to see a group of five girls standing at a considerable distance on the other side of the building.

I gave them a wave and they moved quickly over to me.

My guard got out of the car, rolling his eyes.

Two of the girls were short with blonde hair and LA sun kissed skin. There shorts riding a little too high for the age they looked, paired with denim crop tops. One girl I noticed immediately for her many tattoos I was dying to ask her about. The last two girls were very quiet as they waited patiently behind the rest of the group.

The two blondes were the first to jump me. My security guard peeled them off, I kept a smile on my face the whole time. I introduced myself and shook their hands.

They all stood, bouncing on their heels, waiting for their own pictures taken with me. I rotated through peace signs and thumbs up. One girl asked if I'd kissed her cheek, I replied "Gladly!"

Me and the tattooed girl spoke about each of our body art, hers with insane meanings and mine with well...well thought out at the time. Regardless, I loved my tattoos.

After all the pictures were taken and various pieces of clothing were signed. My guard told us it was time to go. I gave one last hug to the girls and waved goodbye. They all thanked me and blew kisses as I continued to get into my vehicle.

I reached over to my bag as the door was shut.

My phone had two missed calls.

Go figure.

Why is it the one time you're not staring at your phone waiting for a call or a text, nothing happens. Then the minute you get busy, it blows up and people get irritated for no reason other than I was away from the phone.