Twist Of Fate

Threat

"Yes, Harry, I've gotten your cereal." I assure him for the hundredth time. Balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear, I reach up and grab a bottle of honey. The boys want me to cook tonight. I can't make a lot. Heck, I can barely make anything, but Harry has assured me that he'll help. So I'm here to do the grocery shopping.
"Is it a big box?" Harry questions, sounding like a little child, who's making sure if his toy is up to his standards.
"Yes, it's huge." I toss a box of tissues into the trolley as well. I have no idea how the boys live. I would say they're savages, if I have to describe their living standards in a nutshell.
"Good. What about..." Harry trails off, wondering what to ask me next.
"Harry, stop finding excuses to keep me on the phone. Bye, I need to shop." I say, pushing the trolley toward the toiletries aisle.
"No, no! I have more, wait." Harry says hastily. Rolling my eyes, I slide my phone off my shoulder and end the call. There's no way he'd allow me to end the call, and he isn't even allowing me to shop in peace. I stop the trolley at the beginning of the aisle, and enter the aisle.
"Cleanser, cleanser," I murmur to myself. Once I've found what I want, I head back toward the trolley. I stop just as I'm about to toss the items into the trolley. A white piece of paper is taped to the handle of the trolley. Frowning, I toss the items in and pull the paper off the handle. I unfold the paper to find a typed letter.
We know you carry no real feelings for Harry. Leave him be, and we'll leave you.
Definitely not your fans, xx.
"What the heck?" I murmur, shocked. Furrowing my brow, I look around the aisles. No one. It's very early in the morning and there are barely any people in the store. Who would pull such a stupid and unfunny prank? My phone begins to ring in my pocket, making me jump. "Bloody hell." Hastily, I take it out and find Harry's name displayed across the screen.
"Hello." I answer shakily.
"Hello? Really, Bump? What's up with the 'hello?'" Harry dumps all these questions on me immediately.
"Nothing," I clear my throat.
"Okay, stop lying and spill!"
"Someone left me a note in my trolley," I say.
"A love note? Fuck them! Who? Give me his name," Harry vents out.
"No, it's a...threat." I unfold the note again and read it's contents once more. "It says that I should stay away from you, otherwise they won't leave me alone. Don't ask who gave this."
"I'm joining you at the store. Stay right there!" I hear a clatter as Harry says those words.
"Harry, calm down and stop knocking things over. I'll pay for the items and leave as soon as possible," I assure him. "Just, stay there and continue recording or preparing for tonight's concert." I hear some more shuffling and then Harry huffs.
"No, I want to come. I have to," Harry insists. "Whoever sent that note could be dangerous and could seriously harm you. I can't let that happen." The desperation and helplessness is evident in Harry's voice.
"They won't harm me in broad daylight - they can't. Just stay there and wait for me. I'll be there in less than thirty minutes."
"Stay on the phone, then. Keep talking to me, so that I know you're safe. Otherwise, my heart will keep beating a hundred miles an hour and I might just get a heart attack." Laughing, I balance the phone between my cheek and shoulder, and make my way toward the cashier. Oh, my knight in shining armor.
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"Thank God, you're here!" Harry exclaims, the minute I cut the engine and get out of the car. He embraces me and passes his hand over my hair, gently. "You're never, ever, leaving the house without me again." I roll my eyes over his shoulder, and take a step back.
"Harry, you're such a drama queen." I say, turning around and opening the rear door. "Now, remove those frown and worry lines and help me carry these bags inside." I turn around and shove two bags into Harry's chest.
"Geez, woman! You're here and my peace of mind is ruined." Harry grumbles, as he turns around and carries the bags across the lot, toward the stadium's entrance.
"And here I thought you were going insane worrying about me!" I yell. Harry stops mid-stride and turns his head toward the left, so that he can view me from the corner of his eye.
"I was going to pull out my hair and that's saying something, considering these babies are so precious to me." Laughing, I take out the remaining bags and shut the car door with my elbow. I'm stuck with a lunatic.
Half an hour later, Harry and the rest of us are sitting in the lounge, and walking back and forth in front of us are two policemen and two security guards.
"So, you saw no one? The letter was just taped to the handle of the trolley?" Police man number one says, disbelievingly. I nod my head.
"No one. Maybe you could check the camera footage and see who placed that letter in the trolley." I say, using the knowledge that I've acquired through watching crime shows all the time when I was young.
"Yeah, we'll do so." Policeman number two says, nodding his head solemnly. "Till then, we'll assign a security guard to be with you all the time because we don't know who sent the threat and just how dangerous he is."
"You really don't-"
"That'd be perfect," Harry interrupts me. "Thank you for everything, officers."
"This is our job; protecting the citizens of this country. Well, we'll leave now, as we need to rush down to the store and get the footage. You'll have a guard here in an hour." Harry nods his head and gets up to escort the policemen till the door.
"Thanks again." I hear him say and then the front door shuts.
"All this shit for nothing. We all know we'd be better off if she's gone for good," Louis says dryly.
"Fuck you!" Harry says, his tone full of venom. "I bet this is all happening because of your horrid words." Harry tilts his head slightly to the left. "Maybe it's you who sent that letter. Is it, Louis?" Haz raises an eyebrow, questioningly.
"That's absurd!" I exclaim. Louis can hate me, but he'd never threaten my well-being. Would he?
"Your words disgust me, Harry. How dare you think I'd stoop that low?" Louis spits, getting up. "Nowadays, I find it hard to imagine how we were ever friends because we aren't anymore." Louis marches toward the front door and exits it, slamming the door behind him.