Case file: One Direction.

chapter Twenty two

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How do I say this, even if its to myself, last nights events have wrapped my brain into this tangle web of confusion and I sit here at the empty table, wondering what all that had happened. I sipped my Vanilla Latte, I let Louis go get with a few men. They were all practicing, they have a concert in a few hours, and I added to this confusion with guilt as they slept on the floor.

Hunter, was here. Even if it was in some supernatural form, he was there just like previous times. But this time was different. It wasn't a dive through my past, wishing me a restless night, it was a bitter kiss whispering au revoir in my ear. I hate goodbyes, but that's what I live by, goodbye to anyone I ever talk to.

I pushed my cold drink away and planted my face on the cold granite. My head doing circles. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, but I couldn't be bothered.

"Mrs." A voice

" Ms. Bails" I clarified Peeling my head up.

"Sorry, I just wanted to inform you that we have three hours till we leave, and the men's' team of stylist and such has arrived."

"Thank you" I said giving a kind smile and standing up, pressing my shirt down.

I walked into the living room seeing ladies pile in and noticed Lou out of the crowd, the only one who wasn't trying to be overly nice dressed, but still looked flawless in a plain white shirt, light washed flare jeans with sandals.

I walked up to her and she noticed me immediately, wrapping me in a small hug.

"You look beat." She stated but still some sympathy in her voice.

"Rough night." I said quietly ignoring her comment

It was a mad house, I thought the time before was hectic but this time was more, it wasn't something they just leave after, they follow us to the event. More people to watch.

"If you will excuse me, I am going to collect myself for a moment.'' The men standing at the doors gave a quick nod and they moved to grant me exit out of the living room, letting me leave the chaos.

I walked to the stairs, gently putting my hand on the rail.

"You should be in the room." I said to Niall who sat on the stairs.

"I will in a second." He said dull

I sat on the step he was sitting on and leaned on him.

"What's wrong." I questioned

"Nothing." He tried lying

"You're a terrible liar"

He looked at me finally, and I could see a speck in his eyes, giving me a unsettling feeling.

"I have this bad feeling, about today, not in the concert is going to suck but something else."

"About me." I shook my head

His eyes ran over my face searching for something.

"I will be fine." I assured, and I felt it this time, I could feel it.

"Now go get in the chaos, before I have Paul, Lou, Liam, or some lady breathing down my neck."

"Alright." He heaved and made his way to the room.

I got upstairs to my room, and went straight for my dresser, I changed into a white t-shirt light washed blue jeans and my boots. I put my hair into a sock bun and put my sun glasses on top of my head.