Forgotten

******Chelsea's P.O.V.******
I'd been working at IDA (International Dance Academy), and so far everything's been wonderful. Harry'd drop me off, then leave. I'd teach my classes, then Harry'd pick me up, drop me off at home, then leave me at home for a few hours and come home around midnight. I guess Olive Garden is a harder job then I'd expected.

Harry just dropped me off at home, and I decided to clean up a little, since I hadn't really had a chance since Harry moved in with my new job. I put on Spotify on as I started cleaning our bedroom first. First, I put my clothes away, then I started putting Harry's. As I picked up a pair of his black jeans, a note fell out of his back pocket, I picked it up, and started reading it.

E Ducaasse Alley,
10 pm,
Don't be late.
-D

That doesn't look like Olive Garden work, now does it Harry. I thought. I glanced at the clock 9:45. I can make it there in 15 minutes easily. I angrily put the note in my pocket, grabbed my phone and keys, then raced down stairs to my jeep. As the engine roared to life, I kept thinking about what he would be doing at that alley at 10 pm. I swear if he's cheating on me- I quickly erased that thought as it started to sting my heart a little.

As I drove, questions upon questions popped up in my head. Why would he be in an alley this late at night? Why isn't he at work? Maybe this note isn't his, maybe it was just a friend's he was holding onto, or was it actually is? Is he buying drugs? Or alcohol? Or is he meeting an old friend maybe?

I was so caught up in those question thoughts, I didn't even realize that I just got to the Alley. I grabbed my phone and put it in my back pocket, then reached over to the passenger seat and pulled out my can of pepper spray then got out of the car. I carefully walked across the street, then something immediately caught my eye that made me know that Harry was here. His car. I sighed then stood on the wall next to the alley and checked the time on my phone. 10:00. Just on time. I moved was about to move when I heard some voices, one quite familiar.

"Styles, you made it!" A man said.

"Oh you know I wouldn't miss a chance to see my favourite person in the world." Harry said the sarcasm dripping out of the words.

"Don't you sass me Styles." The man replied clearly annoyed by his defeat. "Do you have my stuff?" The man continued.

"Yeah, I-" I cut Harry off as I started to make my way into the alley.

"Harold Edward Styles." I boomed as I stormed to Harry in the alley.

"Chelsea, h-how did you-"

"Save it Harry, I found a note in your pants." I replied as I handed him the note I'd found.

"Chelsea, I need you to get out of here right now and go back home, we'll-"

"Hey boys, look at this, looks like Styles here got himself a little girlfriend." The man said chuckling.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, I still have your stuff, and you don't, so shut it." He said as he shifted his attention back on me again.

"No, I'm not leaving until I get an explanation." I said standing my ground. He groaned then angrily replied but not to me.

"Cory, take her to my house, and make sure she stays there until I get back." He said to a boy who I didn't even realize was there until he mentioned him.

"Harry don't even thin-"

"Sorry babe." Harry said utting me off. Before I could reply I was cut off by Cory grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up over his shoulder.

"HAROLD!" I screamed as I pounded on Cory, I think his name was, back repeatedly. As I looked up I saw Harry turning back to the man and his other two "friends".

"Now, where are we." Harry said to the men.

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