SWEETHEART • H.S

•Thirty One•

I kept myself busy typing up emails and documents to avoid thinking about Harry being shot or killed.

Possibly both, the cause of his death being a bullet.

STOP NATALIA.

Focus on your work.

My boss and the board didn't have any meetings planned for the day so everyone was just doing their own thing, catching up on any paper work that needed to be reviewed for the next presentation.

I immediately find myself thinking about Harry again.

Well that lasted a whole 20 seconds... I'm just so scared he will end up getting hurt or worse.

Those three men really don't play around.

Shawn, Thomas and Travis.

The three most evil men I've ever encountered, the evil version of the three musketeers.

Shawn being the most dangerous since he's the closest to Harry, hiding his true form behind a badge and a uniform.

He could easily shoot him in the back of the head and call it a day, however, I don't think they want him to get off that easily.

They have something huge planned for the both of us.

I hope Reid and Jordan are with him, protecting one another like the true three musketeers, all for one and one for all.

Shawn is also relatively close to Nina who could somehow interfere and get him killed.

She's dug her nails so deep into Harry that I'm scared what would happen if she's used as a distraction, a pawn to the evil musketeers' plan on getting to me.

What did my father do that caused this whole mess?

Was it really that bad?

What happened all those years ago that led to this specific moment in time?

If he hadn't committed what he had done, would he still be alive?

Would I still have met Harry and also still not talking to my own mother?

How different would all of our lives be?

Reid, Jordan, Sanders, Kat, everybody!

Okay Natalia, stop.

I went back to typing up the document that I needed to send to my boss before I leave for lunch but I couldn't help but overthink things again.

I only got lucky when that case broke, if it wasn't for that luck I could've been seriously injured or worse during my last encounter with the evil musketeers.

I can't believe I actually slept with Travis... that feels like it happened so long ago.

We all learn from our mistakes one way or another.

I was blessed to have a man like Harry Edward Styles come into my life, he made it feel like every mistake that led up to us meeting was completely worth it.

Even getting kidnapped felt worthy enough just to see the look of relief that flooded into his emerald green eyes when he saw me enter the station that night.

A wave of peace calmed my drowned soul, allowing me to take a breath of fresh air so that I could grasp onto the green of his eyes, pulling me back to shore so I could be with him once again.

A part of me had been removed after that horrifying experience but being back in his arms reminded me of who I was, slowly bringing her back with each reassuring word and action that followed.