Not for all the love in the world.

I filled Niall in on everything, he had already heard about Zayn because apparently it was on the news that he had been taken in for questioning. Fucking wonderful.
We spoke and drank. It was a good combination for me and apparently for him since he crashed in the guest room. Light weight.
When I lay down to go to sleep, I can’t help but look to the empty side of the bed. Normally Shelby would be there and before that, it wasn’t hard to keep that space filled.
Maybe I need to get laid, maybe that will help? It’s probably not the best idea right now, but I feel like it may help some.
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The next day, I woke up late and with a crushing hangover. When I checked my phone, I had two missed calls and a voicemail from Kat. Maybe she knew something? I clicked the play button and listened to her voicemail.
“Harry, it’s Kat. I need to talk to you today, please call me back and let me know when I can come by.” She spoke quickly and hung up with no goodbye. I arched a brow, was this the off the record shit she was mentioning or a set up to incriminate me?
I showered and got breakfast before I called her back, it was almost 10 a.m., but Niall was still tangled in the comforter, fast asleep. I sat down on the sofa, crossing my ankle over my knee and looking at my phone screen as I pressed the call button.
“This is Kat” She said, answering after only 2 rings.
“You called?” I said, knowing she had to know who it was calling her.
“Yes, will you have a chance to speak to me today?” She said dryly.
“That depends, what are we talking about?”
“You know what. When can I come by? Or if you’d rather not, I’ll keep the information to myself.” Her voice had become hushed towards the end of her sentence.
Hesitantly, I gave in. I was too curious to deny her. “Fine, come by in about an hour. I’ll need to clear out my houseguest.” I said before hanging up, I wouldn’t give her the chance to respond to me, saving me from hearing whatever condescending retort she’d planned.
The woman was stunning, absolutely fit – but she was, for lack of a better word, a bitch.
I went into Niall’s room, turning the light on and spreading the curtains so that the sunlight could bleed through. “Wake up sleepy head!” I yelled, obnoxiously as I watched him tug the blanket over his head.
“Mate, me head. Get out!” Niall argued as I pulled the blanket from his head.
“Sorry lad, no can do. I need you to head out- Detective cleavage is coming over.”
Niall’s eyes shot open and he looked at me. “No way, you can’t kick me out. I’ve gotta get a look at her.” He seemed to have been quickly cured of his hangover he was now standing up and pulling his clothes on.
“No. Absolutely not, you can’t be here” I pressed my palms to his back and shoved him towards the door, he turned and looked at me. “Harry, given the severe nature of this delicate situation, I think it is quite necessary that I stay and have a look at her. Maybe I can give you some insight into any ulterior motives?” He had turned to face me now, he was really selling this.
“I’m afraid she won’t speak to me if you’re here, you’ve got to clear out unfortunately.” He was walking willingly beside me now as we neared the front door.
“You’re such a twat, you know that?” He shook his head as he grabbed his keys and his sunglasses. “I’ll go, but I expect full details tonight. Try to snap a pic, eh?” He gave me a wink before sliding those glasses over his eyes and headed out the door to his car.
“You’re completely misogynistic Niall Horan.” I yelled as he walked out, only to receive a middle finger held above his head. He wasn’t as good at hiding his lust as I was, due largely to the amount of scrutiny I got from the media. It’s very hard to be yourself when everything you do is being dissected so that people can find some way to shame you for being a human.
It had been quiet in the months leading up to this, of course there were some articles here and there about how I was a womanizing play boy who only dated supermodels…which I can’t help that I date supermodels, it just happens that way. Shelby was not a supermodel, but she could have been. She was flawless, except for her toxic personality.
I pulled the door to the room Niall had just evacuated shut, I knew the maid would be in at some point today and there was no need for Kat to see anything.
Almost forty-five minutes later, I heard the knock at my front door. I walked into the living room, a pair of black jeans on my legs and a plain white t-shirt covered my torso. I opened the door and gave her a grin, no need in being nasty.
She gave me a hesitant smile before walking in and looking around, what was she looking for? I closed the door and walked beside her, “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” I asked even though nothing had changed. She looked at me, noting my sarcasm.
“Habit,” She said quickly as she moved to the counter that stood between the main room and the kitchen. She set her bag on the cool marble and began pulling several different types of papers out.
“Off the record, yes?” She asked without even looking at me.
"Yep." I said with a nod and sat on the barstool across from her spread. I looked at the photos, there were multiple pictures of Zayn and Shelby; kissing, dancing, disappearing into hotel rooms together.
I frowned before I looked to Kat for answers.

Notes

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update this! I've had all these ideas in my head, I just haven't had time to really sit down and write them out. I don't want to write this one on my phone bc it's so hard to format it correctly.
ANYWAY. I've already got the next chapter written, I just gotta edit and I'll post it in a little bit!
Thanks for being patient! Spread the word, if you like the story :D
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