Following Liam to the researching department was one of the most anxious and nerve wracking thing to do - all because we don't know what kind of information there is to know about.
The brightness coming from the lit up computers pierce through my eyes and I squint at the overwhelming amount of saturation. The sounds of typing and the tension from the low level of talking gives me the chills. After several seconds of wandering around anxiously to receive further information, Liam stops at a certain computer an employee is typing on. The name card says "Sarah" and I greet her with a warm smile.
"Hi, Ms. Swift, Mr. Styles," She looks at both of us, her pony tail brushing from side to side in a swift motion while her fingers push her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.
"Our company has managed to track down most of Caleb Hudsons personal addresses, including his computer IP address and his phone ID," She clicks on a photo of several numbers with Calebs photo.
"This gives us the privilege or ability to be able to track his location," She pauses as the computer mouse escalates to a different window, which consists of a map showing different pin points that appear to be Calebs location history.
"As you can see here," She drags the mouse to look further to the side of the map, "Caleb is currently in Seattle, specifically in the Seattle branch of the Hudson Company."
No one speaks. We just stood there in silence to process the words that escape out of her mouth.
"Now, his IP address gives us his information and not just his location, we figured that he's also tracking us, so let's not get our guard down."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure his guard is up as well. His security must be a hundred percent so he's probably ready whenever we are-" Liam adds on but Harry cuts him off.
"He's got something up his sleeve."
For that moment, all eyes turn to him and uncertainty scatters through the whole area and the tension increases by the second.
"It's going to be abrupt - it could be tomorrow, the day after or next week. No one knows. But obviously, plans like these are dangerous and risky."
The pan of silence that filled the room made me feel uncomfortable and doubtful. Sweat rolled down my cheeks and flooded my hands even though the room was freezing cold, my body opposed.
"Let's get some rest. We'll be more ready tomorrow," Liam nods his head and directing his hands upstairs, signalling that we all should take a break.
Everyone gets up and the lights of the computers flick off one by one. The room getting darker after each light popping off.
Murmurs explode from different parts of the room. People eyes filled with frightened looks and disappointed faces also appeared evidently.
Harry grabs my hand and pulls me towards the door, up the elevator and to his room. The whole way there was silent and he didn't let anything out of his mouth, despite saying all the things before - on the soft grass.
Anxiety fills my mind and I couldn't help but get upset with him. The idea of protection revolves around making that person feel secure and safe. This was the opposite. I felt insecure and anxious. I wasn't told that it was going to be okay, however I was told that it was going to be dangerous for all of us. That's something that scared me - not made me feel like I can fight.
I respect the fact that he's honest, but he didn't have to be this quiet to the point that I can sense the doubt in him even though he told me that we're going to win this. It just doesn't make sense.
My grip on his hand got looser until I didn't make an effort to hold his hand anymore.
He looks back at me. His eyebrows knitted together and sweat covered his face.
"What?" He snaps at me and I flinch at the sudden boom of his voice.
"What's going on, Harry?" I try to push my voice out to form the words. But it came out small and cracked.
"I'm just.." His voice trailed off, his hands let go of mine and went up to his hair to slick it back.
"You're just what?"
"I'm not sure, if you're going to be safe as you were before," He looks at me and my heart pounds at the sound of his voice.
I pause for a moment to look at him. His eyes were a mix of anger and sadness and every inch of me wanted to give him a full speech about how it's going okay for me and all I needed was his voice to calm me, but I knew that if I spoke one single decibel, I might lose it and break down.
"It's okay," I muttered, trying my hardest to swallow the big lump in my throat.
"It's not okay," He shakes his head, wiping his face with his hands and letting out a big sigh.
"It is. You're not going to protect me twenty four seven. And I'm okay with that. Look, all I want is for you to tell me it's okay and soothe me with your voice and make sure it's alright and I'm going to be fine - no matter what the situation looks like," I cry, pulling him into a hug. I feel his breathing fanning on my shoulder as my tears soak into his clothes.
He turned quiet and my cries dimmed itself until I sat there with dried eyes and a stuffed nose.
"You should go shower. Get some rest," He traces his hands back and forth on my back.
I nod and scurry through my clothes. Picking a pair of comfortable pajamas and head to the bathroom. I turn the shower on and made sure it was hot enough to burn some memories away. I slowly step into the flow and my dry hair instantly becomes damp from the sudden contact with water. I rinse off and cleanse myself, but after a while - I find myself in a state of thought and tranquility. I became ignorant to the fact that all I did for a moment was stand and stare at the plain bathroom tile until my hands became wrinkly. My mind went on a whole mix of thoughts and questions and it wandered every where.
All noises are blocked from my senses and the noise level of the water hitting on the floor no longer came to my notice. Everything just seemed to black out and it felt good. Not feeling anything felt like I was in peace and I wasn't in pain or caught in the constant cycle of anxiety and uncertainty.
However, that barely lasted and the sound of the Harry knocking hardly on the bathroom door disturbed my mind.
But that wasn't the only thing. Loud beeps were heard from all over and fear crept into me.
I quickly got out and dabbed a towel on myself before hurriedly putting on clothes and getting out as fast as I could.
"What's happening?" I ask frantically as Harry drags me towards the elevator.
"It's the burglar alarm."
My eyes widen in terror and my heart beats louder as the elevator elevates lower and lower and the numbers showing on the screen decreases by the second.
As the door slides open, we quickly got out - only to see everyone down and on full on panic - but they weren't randomly running around everywhere, they appeared calm. But the looks on their face screamed of terror and horrid expressions were evident by the paleness of their faces and their shoulders moving up and down erratically signalling heavy breathing.
"There's someone at the door!" Someone screams from a corner.
Harry moves forward without hesitance and I follow, but he stops me at a good ten meters before the door.
The grim atmosphere of the company makes it more frightening - some lights are brightly on while some lights are completely off, adding onto the intensity of the situation.
Louis stands in front of the door, his expression stiff and firm. Not saying a word, his hands lay on the door knob.
"I've checked the cameras - they're broken," He mentions quietly to Harry.
With a pause, he opens the door instantly, but no one stands in amongst it. However an object lays on the front.
Louis kneels down to look and examine the object. Everything was silent.
Except for the small high pitched sound of a ticking clock. And with realisation, Louis quickly backs away.
"It's counting down!" He shouts and before I know it, everyone scatters back, including Louis and Harry pushes me to the floor, sliding us across towards the end of the hallway.
And without a warning. Bright light scatters towards the room in sync with a loud boom of sound - louder than anything I've ever heard, followed by screams and shouts of many people. And with that, small pieces of walls and ceilings are felt hitting my face. I open my eyes, feeling a sting in them from the sudden rush of cloudy black smoke and choking on the horrible smell of everything burning. Just crashing down in flames.