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I wake up with a dizzy head and aching bones. The night before really took a toll on not only my body, but also my head. It continually pounded with a headache and drove me nuts. The bed was empty next to me, the covers hastily thrown to the side. Perrie's small outline was still faintly embodied into the soft mattress. The room itself was trashed, everything thrown around from last night's crazy commotion. The sunlight poured through the windows and warmed my cold heart.

Getting up, I pulled my arms over my head in a stretch, causing my shirt to ride up and reveal my stomach. My...bruised stomach. Groaning, I drag my hands over my face and sigh deeply. I was facing some deep shit today, I knew it.

"Hey there," Perrie immediately says as she yanks the door open and walks in, bags in her hands.

"Hi," I groan and sit back down on the bed, the dizziness in my head increasing. She throws the bags on the bed next to me and I instantly smell a delicious aroma rising from inside the bag. I ran my fingers loosely through my hair before putting it up into a ponytail. I was still wearing the beautiful dress from last night, only now, it was covered in blood. And not just my own.

"Sorry, I couldn't find any breakfast open, considering it's like four in the afternoon, so we'll have to settle for some tapas, bean stew, and croquettes. I don't know what they are, I kinda just randomly picked off the menu, but I do know that they smell absolutely yummy," She gushes as she takes off her light sweater and reveals the purple dress from last night, stained and wrinkled.

"Four o'clock? In the afternoon? I've been out that long?" I ask in astonishment. My sleeping schedule will be totally fucked now, great. But hey, I slept most of the day away, which means the less likely possibility of encountering and facing my problems, particularly Harry. My heart aches at the thought of him.

"Yeah, but I woke up like a half an hour ago too, so I'm just as guilty as you. Well what are you waiting for?! Dig in!" She yells towards me and it takes me a moment to realize she's talking about the food. For a moment, every thought in my head disappears, along with the pounding head and and broken heartache. All I can think about it the smell of the food and how it's making my mouth water.

I reach over and rip open the bag, grabbing the first thing I can find. Pulling out a Styrofoam container, I rip it open, and grabbing a plastic fork from the bag, I start to devour the entire dish.

"I think that's the bean stew, apparently a special cuisine here in Madrid," Perrie says as she chuckles and plops down next to me on the bed, grabbing food out of the bag for herself. We eat in blissful silence and I enjoy each flavorful bite the stew. It was full of different types of wonderful sausages, chic peas, and a mix of beans. The taste was so savory and I couldn't help but inhale all the food. Perrie and I gobbled up everything within twenty minutes, our hunger getting the best of us.

"So, did you figure out the payment situation?" I ask Perrie as I throw away my container into the trash in the bathroom.

"Oh, yeah. Well...sort of," Perrie admits as she attempts to clean up the mess we left from last night. She pauses in the middle of straightening out the covers to look at me as I walk out of the bathroom.

"Perrie..." I warn as I start to help her with the bed.

"Yeah...?" She purposely avoids the question.

"What did you do?" I ask her as I move to the bathroom to attempt and wipe up the left over water from last nights shower. Perrie follows me to the bathroom and leans against the doorway, her hands unrestfully playing with the hem of her purple dress.

"Well you see...we didn't really have as much money as we thought we did. I ran into that chick Mags on the way out and it turns out the wad of cash was a was of ones and only added up to thirty eight euros. So I kind of worked out a deal that we'd work as maids for the rest of the week to pay off the rest of the cost of the room," Her words are rushed and breathless and it takes me a moment to realize what she's saying.

"What? We're maids?? Perrie!" I yell at her and close my eyes, trying to control my temper. I run a stressed hand through my ponytail and tighten it until my head aches from the tightness.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry! But it was the best I could do, considering we have nothing right now," She exclaims and I sigh.

"I know, I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just that...I was planning to get out of this damn county this week and return home so I could, uh, ya' know, finalize my decision before I overthink it too much," I admit and open my eyes again, staring into her curious blue ones.

"Er-yeah. So we start tonight and we have a uniform. It won't be too bad. We have to clean the lobby tonight and then tomorrow we start on rooms," Perrie says and I sigh yet again.

"How did you pay for the food?" I question.

"That old lady at the front desk, she loaned me a few bucks. She's very kind, despite what she did last night," Perrie says. I laugh at the memory of her attempted Spanish.

"Come on, let's get ready for the day," I laugh as I lead into the bathroom.

HARRY'S POV:

"Come on Harry, look at the text! It clearly states her intentions and we can't have something like that infiltrating our business! This is risky shit!" Zayn yells at me as I pace around the room in though.

"Look, I know Belle is a bit closed off, but that could be for many reasons. It's no reason to get suspicious!" I try to convince him, and myself.

"But the text! The text Harry! It says it all! What she truly is!" Zayn yells at me as picks up her phone again, rereading the damn message.

"Look, we probably just read it out of context and rushed to conclusions. Once we find her, my Belle will clear this whole mess up and we can get the fuck out of this country!" I tell him and he sighs, looking at me.

"But-"

"What if Perrie was in on this too? How would you feel then?" I question him. He falls silent, looking down at his lap. "That's what I thought."

"Look, I'm not accusing Belle, but I'm not saying she's all that innocent either. She's hiding some secrets, and even you have to admit that. Do we even know why she wanted to join the gang in the first place? Consider these things Harry," Zayn says softly.

"No. I won't. Belle is not a cop." I say, desperately trying to make the words sound true.

Notes

HARRY KNOWS. More plot twists eh? Anyway, enjoy your weekends and comment to make me happy and possible influence an update that might happen tomorrow...;))))))

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-T