Something, was definitely not right.

The feeling had intensified over the rest of the week. Especially when Harry would spend increasingly more time at the gym with Cameron. Monday, he disappeared after work and told me he'd come by the apartment once he finished working out. I tried not to think too much into it so I pushed my suspicions to the back of my mind. But then Tuesday came, and he left straight from work to go there again. He showed up to the apartment a little after eleven that night but we barely spoke. He looked exhausted and passed out on my bed before I had a chance to ask how his day had gone.

Wednesday, was when my suspicions had arise again. I was still at work when he got clocked off, the gym bag I was quickly becoming familiar with slung over his shoulder. I had deflated a little when I saw it, knowing that meant he was going to the gym to meet Cameron again. He reassured me he'd come by the apartment once he was finished and he did. But the bruises I saw on his torso when he was changing his shirt before bed had my mind reeling with various scenarios on how it got there.

"What happened to you?" I asked in concern, fingers gently reaching out to touch the deep bruise on his rib. He flinched and pulled back before my fingers could actually make contact with his skin.

"Oh," he mumbled and shrugged. "I ran into one of the machines at the gym. It's nothing."

"It looks bad to have come from a machine." I frowned and Harry shrugged on his shirt, covering the bruise I was staring at. I looked up at him to find his eyes on the floor, his hand reaching up to push his hair back.

"Well it did. Like I said, it's nothing." His tone was a little cold and I furrowed my eyebrows. He moved across the room to turn the light off. "I'm tired, let's go to sleep yeah?"

That had been the end of that conversation and I was left wide awake, the nagging feeling that Harry wasn't telling me the truth pinching my gut. I didn't want to believe he was hiding something from me and I tried, I really did- to ignore it.

But then Thursday night came.

The problem? Harry hadn't showed up like he said he would.

The clock had read that it was only ten minutes away from reaching midnight, my eyebrows were furrowed as I stared at it. Harry had told me he'd be back at eleven the latest, and after nearly an hour, I tried to come up with an excuse for him. Like maybe he got held up at the gym? Or he lost track of time? It's what I'd told myself, sitting on the couch waiting for him to show. When the clock reached twelve-thirty, I finally gave in and called him.

He didn't answer though. Not even when I called a third time.

I had no other choice but to just sit there and wait, and eventually I drifted off to sleep. I'd woken up sometime in the middle of the night, the time reading it was past four in the morning. Despite my half awake state, I still noticed the lack of missed calls or texts from Harry. Irritated, partially because it was too damn early in the morning and because Harry hadn't showed up like he said he would or called out of courtesy, I practically stomped back to my room. I fell back asleep in my annoyed state, and woke up feeling the exact same way.

Which, brings us to today- Friday. Currently, I was stationed behind the counter at work and avoiding Harry's eye that I could feel on me. He came in this morning apologizing profusely, saying that he'd gone home to shower before he came over and ended passing out on his bed before he could even manage to get his shirt off. I accepted his apology begrudgingly but that still didn't erase my irritation with him. I knew something was up and the way he'd been disappearing on me all week had been piling up on my already shit mood. Last night had just finally triggered it.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen, hand on the mouse as I played my game of solitary. I was bored out of my mind considering how slow it was today in the store and I was feeling exhausted as well. The horrible sleep I'd gotten last night was taking its toll on me and I'd caught myself several times dozing off on my stool. Barbra kept sending me reprimanding looks when she'd see and I've sent more than a half dozen guilty smiles at her.

"Hey," my tired eyes slid from the screen to land on Harry, who was standing on the other side of the counter with a mug in his hand. "Thought you might need this. You look exhausted." He slid the cup in front of me and I peeked inside. Coffee.

"Thanks." I mumbled, sighing as I took the mug and brought it to my lips. I sipped on it, eyes flickering up to catch Harry's before I brought the mug back down to rest on the counter. "Is that all you came here for?"

"I know you're still mad," he commented and I arched my eyebrow. "I'm really sorry baby. I didn't intend to fall asleep like that, or at least not call you. You know I would have if I knew I wasn't going to show up."

"You just freaked me out. I kept imagining horrible things happening to you. New York isn't exactly the safest place at night."

"Don't I know it." He tried to joke but there was an underlining of seriousness to his tone. "But I was fine. Just exhausted."

"From all the gym work outs, I presume." I said, watching him carefully as I did. His eyes immediately fell on a spot on the wall behind me while mine narrowed in suspicion. "That's what had you so exhausted, right?"

"Yes. They've been draining me." He shrugged and looked back at me, a small guilty smile on his face. "I kept passing out on you whenever I got home and I'm realizing how little attention I've been giving you and I'm sorry about that too, love."

My annoyance with him lessened and I felt my lips lift into a small smile. "I forgive you."

"Good." He grinned, palms rested on the counter as he leant his top half over it to place a kiss to my forehead. "Because in all honesty, I'm missing you." He said against my skin and I felt my cheeks heat up with his tone dropped in a low seductive way.

"Well, take tonight off from the gym." I suggested, looking up at him with a suggestive smile. But the moment I saw his face suddenly drop, my smile did as well. Furrowing my brows, I watched in anticipation when he leaned back and pressed his lips together. "What?"

"I uh, I can't tonight."

I deflated like a balloon but managed to seem unaffected, the only indication that I was bothered was the slight from on my lips. "Why not?"

He didn't answer right away, rolling his lips into his mouth before popping them back out. "I've got this thing I promised Cameron I'd go to with her tonight."

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with Cameron."

He raised his eyebrow at my bitter tone. "She's a lesbian, Em. And I love you."

Pushing away the way my stomach fluttered at those words, I scowled and crossed my arms. "What thing are you guys going to?"

"Just a match." He shrugged, looked away, and ran his fingers through his hair. "I promised her weeks ago I'd go with her."

He's lying.

My intuition and gut were screaming at me that he was actually lying to my face. Alarms going off in my head not to believe him and it was like every one of my senses heightened. I took in his body language, the way he kept running his fingers through his hair in agitation and the way he kept shifting his eyes away to anywhere but my face. His tone was off too, like he had to actually force the words out of his mouth.

"Okay." I finally said, my tone flat as his eyes flickered back to meet mine. He was surprised. Surprised that I actually believed him. Oh honey, little do you know. "So what time is this thing at, anyways?"

"I've gotta leave right after we get off work." He told me, a guilty look on his face. "But, I promise I will come to yours after. And then we can spend all of tomorrow together, considering we do have Louis' wedding to go to."

"Right." I said, genuinely surprised. With the week we've had, I'd forgotten all about it. "Hey, if you're the best man doesn't that mean you have some rehearsal dinner to go to?"

"No." He shook his head and snorted. "Louis and Danielle are having it at Danielle's parents house, along with the reception. It's going to be low key so Dani didn't think a rehearsal was really necessary. Louis just told me to get there two hours earlier than everyone else and that I'm partnered with Dani's maid of honor when we walk down the aisle." He shrugged. "Seems easy."

"Do you got your best man speech ready?"

"I'm going to speak from the heart." He smiled and I couldn't help my lips from twitching, despite the ugly feeling in my chest at the fact he was lying to me. "Have you found something to wear?"

"No, but I was thinking of asking Lila to go shopping with me after work." I told him slowly, watching him nod.

"Okay, sounds good." He seemed almost relieved and I refrained from glaring at him. He looked over his shoulder when Barbra called him before glancing back at me. "I should probably go back to work." I nodded and he leant over once more to quickly kiss the tip of my nose before walking back to his side of the counter. I watched his back as he moved, my eyes set on his face as he rounded the counter. He had a smile on his face when Barbra told him to do something and he must of made a joke because the next thing she did was smack his butt with a towel. He giggled like a girl and I couldn't help but think, how this guy, the same one that was cheekily grinning from ear to ear at a cute little old woman, and the same one that had told me he loved me just a few days ago, could be hiding something. Something that could possibly ruin this relationship.

I had absolutely no idea what the hell he was really up to, but I've had enough. Which was why, as I turned to the computer screen I mentally prepared myself for whatever I'd find later on. Because once work was over, I was not going shopping.

I was going to follow Harry.

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Following someone, was actually quite fun.

Maybe that sounded kind of creepy. But what I mean is, the adrenaline running through your veins at the fear of being caught was sort of addicting. I felt like I was living some spy movie or shit-, like the next Nancy Drew. Who admittedly had been a character I'd envied when I was younger. I was jumping behind walls, squatting behind trash cans, and slithering between walls anytime Harry even looked over his shoulder. I felt so badass that it momentarily distracted me from the sole reason I was even doing this in the first place.

As fun as it was, it was hard too. Trying to time my leave from the store enough after Harry had already left was nerve wracking. I'd waited a good three minutes before practically sprinting out onto the sidewalk, catching his retreating head further down. I ran after him, trying to be quiet as I did so and hid behind cars as I watched him cross the street before I began to follow again. The hardest part came when he went to get on a subway and I was trying to make sure I got on it as well with out him seeing me. Luckily, there was a large group of people waiting for it and I managed to stick close by three large guys as I got on it. Through a gap in the bodies, I could see Harry getting on as well and though we were in the same subway cart, he stood on one end while I was at the other. His eyes were on his phone and he bit down on his lip, this angry look on his face as he texted something before shoving his phone away. I nearly screamed when he looked up and his eyes landed right where I stood. Luckily, I ducked my head behind a tall bulky guy who stood in front of me before he could see me. My heart raced and once I thought it was safe, I peeked back out at him to see him staring out the window of the subway. His eyes transfixed on the wall that speedily went past the window.

After the eighth stop, Harry stood up straighter and I followed along. Mirroring his actions as he walked to the door of the cart and waited for it to open. Once it did, he walked out and I practically flung my body out as well with the rest of the bodies that were trying to get out. Some of them sent me glares but I ignored it, my attention focused on Harry's back. For a moment, my eyes darted to the painted words on the wall as I walked past it. Morgan Ave. My steps slowed when I saw it, feeling a strong wave of hesitation fall over me. Why the hell was Harry getting off here? It wasn't the safest part of Brooklyn. During the day it wasn't so bad but at night, these streets became a little more dangerous then other areas. What kind of business did he have being here?

I chewed on my lip and my eyes darted back to Harry, his body disappearing as he climbed up the steps to go outside. Knowing I wasn't going to get any answers unless I saw for myself, I cursed and hurriedly ran to catch up before I lost complete sight of him.

It smelled like piss as I walked up those stairs and I scrunched my nose at the amount of trash that littered the sidewalk once I walked out. Red flags were waving around in my head, a clear sign that I should not be walking these streets at this time of night by myself. It was pretty dead. And there were at least three street lamps not working while one of them flickered and the other was too far to really cast enough light where I currently stood. Swallowing my fear down, I looked down both ways of the sidewalk and squinted when I noticed Harry's head of curls. He was about to turn the corner and I quickly walked towards him, pulling my jacket closer to my body and lifting the hood as I did so.

My eyes darted around my surroundings, staying alert despite keeping my attention on where Harry went as well. He turned through three different blocks and it became much harder not to run up to him for protection when at one point, we happened to pass a few homeless people littering the street. One of them was a woman, who was sitting against the wall with a cup next to her. Harry had paused to throw some change in it before he continued walking. Then there were two homeless men that were speaking nonsense and Harry ignored them, casting one of them a glare when he tried to touch Harry. Something told me this happened often because once they saw his face, they instantly backed off.

I held my breath as I passed them and they leered at me like two animals. I quickly ran past them, for a moment not caring if Harry heard me or caught me following him. I managed to get far enough away and they were too lazy to put in the effort to follow me. Sighing in relief, my attention was back on Harry and I halted when I saw a long line outside of a building. Harry was walking towards it, stuffing his hands in his pockets after he pulled the hood of his gray sweater up. I noticed him put his head down and for a moment, I thought he was going to get in line like everyone else, but instead he completely bypassed them. I watched in confusion as the guard in the front took one look at Harry's face, then moved aside to let him in. A few of the people in line called Harry's name in recognition and my curiosity only grew more.

One look at the large amount of people standing in line though, told me this was not a crowd I should be associating myself with. The few drunken men hanging out against the wall of the building, some dressed with biker attire while others looked like they hadn't showered in days. My gut was screaming at me to leave and go back home. That this wasn't safe. The fact that two men were blatantly dealing drugs right there out in the open, just a few feet away from me should of been a give away. But the fact that Harry was in there doing god knows what, was too much to overlook. I needed to know what he was up to and why he was doing it here, of all places.

So, ignoring the little voice in my head that told me I wasn't going to like what I found, I walked with purpose and got in line.

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