Baby Doll (Harry Styles)

Chapter 48 - Doll

Harry's POV

I parked the car beneath some trees and killed the engine, the headlights going out along with it. It was deserted and too silent. I consistently took glances at the clock and I grew more worried with each second that passed. It was way past 12.30 and Thalia was nowhere in sight. It could be that she didn't get the message or the bouquet. It was highly probable that someone made sure it didn't get to her and I was about sure it was that bastard Darren.

That was probably it. I cooled my mind by picturing Thalia asleep in her room, safe. But I still couldn't be sure. I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight unless I knew where she was. I brought this upon myself. I should've just used a more reliable form of communication. I drove around her cafe and inspected to see if there was any sign of her but the interior was pitch-black. I drew a deep breath and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. Now I had no choice but to drive to her apartment building to make sure she was there. And I was aware that this equated to plunging down into even deeper shit.

I rolled to a stop infront of the unguarded building and I almost winced at the sight of it. Such an uncomely place to live in. I forced out the judgmental thoughts, guilty for even having them as I stepped out of the vehicle. I padded over to the entrance and pressed a button on the call box but it was impaired and shitty and didn't go all the way in so I grew frustrated and pressed again, a little too hard but then a robot-like voice squiggled out.

"No visitors at this hour." The voice said. 

"I'm a friend of Thalia Faye's and I need to talk to her. It's urgent."  I said into the rusty speaker box, struggling to remain patient.

"I said no visitors at this hour. I'm fucking tired, just leave and come back in the morning." The yawn at the end made me want to strangle him.

"Listen here fuckhead I'm not going anywhere until I get to see her. You haven't got a clue who I am and what I can do to you-"

The entrance door creaked open, distracting me from my rant.  A woman in a nightgown stood in the doorway, pulling her oversized sweater on tighter. For a fleeting moment I thought it was Thalia, as she had similarly styled hair and was about the same height as her. "Who are you? What do you want with my daughter?" She asked in a soft yet sharp tone, pushing the stray grey hairs from her face. The resemblance was uncanny, I already knew she was Thalia's mother.

"I need to know that your daughter's here." I explained as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

"There are people sleeping, you can't just come here and start yelling profanities at this time of the night." She watched me in an unsettling way. Her gaze lingered on my shoes, then on the rings on my fingers. I should've taken them off. "Who are you? How do you know Thalia?"

"Look, I just need to know she's here, that's all. And I'm gone."

"She's with her friend, she isn't here." She said. "You didn't answer me. Who are you and how do you know my daughter?"

"What's her friend's name?" I asked instead, fear washing over me.

"This is ridiculous. I don't even know you and you expect me to answer all these questions about Thalia?" Her eyebrows crinkled. "If you don't tell me who you are right now, I will... I'll report you to the authorities." She stammered in her speech, because she knew as well as I did that the authorities wouldn't do a damn thing.

"Does that friend happen to be Sarah?" I blurted. I needed to know.

"How do you know that?" She murmured with an awed expression, and chills rushed up and down my body. Where was Thalia? She'd told her mother she was meeting up with Sarah, just like how we'd planned, and she did go.