So so sorry it's taken me forever! I'm trying to work out a schedule where i know i will update but it's hard to say when i will for sure.

Sorry it's short, i'm falling asleep right now but i'll try to update again this weekend.

Goodnight, and please please vote! Thank you for everyone who's been reading! The book is almost over (:

ENJOY (:

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I park in the hotel lot next to Harry’s car as I frantically unbuckle my seat belt and throw the car door open. I slam the door closed and Jog to the hotel entrance, completely ignoring the small group of paparazzi waiting in the front for Harry or someone else to come out. I quickly walk to the elevator and tap my foot impatiently as it slowly makes its way to our floor. As soon as the doors slide open I run through them and down the empty hallway, already pulling out my key before I reach the door.

I rush through the entrance, shutting the door behind me before running into the living room. Harry sits up quickly when he sees me come in, his back straightening as he sets the tv remote on the table. I ignore him and head straight to the dresser, pulling it open and throwing my clothes out, tossing them on the floor until the drawer is empty. It’s not here.

“Hey,” Harry says behind me, but I don’t turn around as I open the next drawer. “How did it go?”

“Fine,” I breathe as I begin to pull out the rest of the clothes in the second drawer. It’s not here either. Fuck fuck fuck. Where is it, if it’s not in my car?

“Do you want to talk about it?...Hey, what’s going on?” I hear the sound of his feet moving across the floor. “Why are you throwing your clothes everywhere?”

“My notebook,” I slam the drawer closed when it becomes empty, walking towards the bed to look under it. I get on my knees and lift the sheet to look underneath, only finding one of my sandals lying upside down. I pull it out and toss it near the night stand, seeing the drawer there I move to open the small drawer, looking inside but coming up with only a bible.

“It’s not here?” Harry asks from somewhere behind me. My eyes rake over the whole room quickly, hoping to see the black weathered cover of it.

“No,” I practically whine, lifting my hands to rack my fingers through my hair, my stomach churning at the thought of it being missing. Think Kay. Where did you put it? I run through my memories, through the last time I had seen it. Harry had read through it, I had gotten mad, I left it here but then when I was going out I took it with me to my car, and hid it in the console. It should have been there then, I never took it out or touched it after that, but it’s not there. I practically tore my car apart looking for it, and I’m more then positive it’s not there.

Someone took it. They had too, otherwise it would still be there. But who? No one has broken into my car from what I can tell, and the only person who’s been in my car is Harry-

Harry.

I spin around to face him, dropping my hands back to my sides as I study his face. He’s watching me carefully and has one eyebrow raised at me, as if he’s waiting for me to speak. He took it. He had to. I narrow my eyes at him and he tilts his head in response.

“Where is my notebook,” I ask, though it comes out more of an accusation then a question.

Harry takes a step back as his eyebrows pull together and his arms come up to cross over his chest. “Why would I know where it is?”

“Because you took it.”

He presses his lips together in a hard line before answering, and his nostrils flare momentarily as he takes a deep breath. “Kay, I did not take your notebook.”

“Really Harry? Because last time you went through it with out asking.” I growl out, balling my hands into fists against my sides.

“I apologized for that and I will again, but I didn’t take your notebook.”

I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek. I know he’s lying, he doesn’t seem surprised that it’s gone and frankly I’m sure it’s because he had already known it were gone. Harry takes a step towards me just as I take one back, the back of my calf hitting the bed.

“Kaydence, why would I take your notebook when I already know everything that has happened in your past?” He asks, the curls that were pushed back flopping back down over his forehead.

“I don’t know, but you were the only one in my car. Maybe you took it before I told you what happened…”

“I wouldn’t do that!” He shouts, the vein in his neck throbbing.

“Why are you getting so worked up then?!” I yell back, taking a step towards him and throwing my arms out in front of me. My anger has been held down for a while now, and it’s all starting to simmer the longer I look at Harry.

“Because you’re accusing me of something I did not do!” He throws his arms above his head, dropping his arms right back down to his sides as they slap against his pants. “Kaydence, I did not take your notebook. I thought you trusted me?”

“I’m not doing this right now, I don’t have the energy to fight.” I shake my head and move to the door, my shoulder brushing against Harry’s. He reaches out, wrapping his large hand around my upper arm and halting me in my tracks. I try to pull my arm away, but his fingers dig into my skin as his grip tightens.

“Where are you going?” Harry asks, the anger still evident in his voice but I can detect a hint of worry in it as well.

I don’t know where I am going, but I need to get out of here. Now. “I need to get some air.”

“Kay-“

“Harry let me go.”

“No,” His hand on my arm doesn’t loosen and instead he takes a step closer to me, his eyes locking with mine. “Don’t leave.”

“I need to be alone right now.”

“Okay,” He says quickly, and drops his hand from my arm. “I’ll leave. You can stay.”

“No. I want to leave. I can’t be here right now.”

“Where will you go?” He asks, his eyebrows pulling together.

“Madison’s.” I say the first thing that comes to mind, and begin to turn away but not before I see the way Harry’s eyes practically bug out of his sockets.  He seems flustered  and he brings his hand up to push his hair back, a nervous habit of his.

“You can’t go to Madison’s.” He says behind me as I start to move towards the door. I stop and look over my shoulder to see the conflicted look on his face. His lips are twisted to the side, and he’s tapping his foot frantically.

“Why…?”

He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, then stops his features turn and it’s obvious there is something he wants to say, something he is conflicted with. I wait patiently for him to say  something, but when I raise an eyebrow at him in question he presses his lips in a hard line and shakes his head slowly.

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“Okay… Well, see you.”

I open the hotel room door but Harry moves to place his hand on my shoulder, stopping me once more. He pulls me back and places a kiss lightly on my cheek, moving his lips near my ear as they brush over it, his hot breath tickling me.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t take it.” He waits for my response, and when it doesn’t come, he sighs and leans his forehead again my temple. “I love you.” He whispers, and the anger in my chest towards him dulls momentarily as a small flutter takes it’s place.

His green eyes search mine, and I’m able to see the worry and love in them. He cares about me, and I know that. But I don’t know if he is telling the truth about my notebook right now. And with everything that has happened in the past few days, between saying I love you, giving myself to Harry,  and my mom…passing away, I’m overwhelmed with a variety of emotions and need the time to be by myself. Or to be with another familiar face, one that isn’t Harry.

“I know.” I whisper, and slide out the door before Harry’s emerald eyes can pull me back.