Steal My Gun ~ Larry Stylinson au

Chapter 1

Cold nights and a video tape

The whirring of the streets of London and the passing cars and buses. The busy pavement of people talking conversations on their phone, drunk goers stumbling out of pubs laughing and giggling about. A very normal London evening, the crowds start disappearing, all except one. A tall, long haired male walking down the street, scrolling through his phone, when he bumped into a brown haired male that scurried away quickly and disappeared. The tall man shook his head and continued walking onwards to his destination. However he stops beforehand and grabs a box of donuts, not for himself but for his fellow colleagues.

The tall building of the HQ of the police was massive. As the man walked through the doors everyone smiled at him, nodding their respect his way. He strode through the foyer and into the lift up to the top floor of the building. Sighing, he got out of the lift and straight away was bombarded with the tapping of keyboard keys. He got so close to his desk when he heard the voices of his colleagues. "Niall, I've told you one hundred times, I didn't buy any food." He smiled and turned back round leaning against the wall, "Here Niall, box of donuts for you. Don't eat them all at once." The brown haired Irish man smiled and grabbed the box out of his bosses hands. "Thanks sir." The man chuckled, shrugging his jacket off, "Nialler, how many times have I said to just call me by my name rather than sir." Niall flushed and nodded, "Yes, sorry Harry." Harry's phone rang in his pocket and when he answered it his face turned pale. "Where is it sir?" Harry nodded at Niall who started rounding the crew up. "Got it, be there quickly." Harry ended the call, grabbed his jacket, his gun and badge. "Niall, Liam. You two with me." They nodded and all three men ran to the elevator down to the underground parking lot and jumped into Harry's black range rover.

Only twenty minutes later they arrived, Harry flashing his badge to a police officer guarding the police tape. The flashing lights of the press annoying him. If he hates anything, it's always the press. The three men jump out of the car and walk up to the person standing waiting. "Alright Malik, what have you got for us?" "Styles, Payne, Horan. We have a messy one boys. Robbery gone wrong. One dead. Female. Late twenties. According to records of house ownership her name is Eleanor Calder. Last dated and shared this house with her ex boyfriend." Harry stopped and stared at the door, Eleanor Calder, he recognised her name immediately. "Malik, are you sure it's a robbery gone wrong?" He nodded, frowning at Harry. "Yes, I'm sure." Harry shook his head and entered the house, the familiar scent of blood filling the air. Harry sighed and walked to the victim of the attack and looked up at the two empty dog beds, "Where are the dogs?" Harry looked at Malik who shrugged and sighed heavily. "Killer took them I assume." Harry nodded spotting something odd. "Hey, Niall, hand me gloves will you?" Niall pulled gloves from his pocket handing them to Harry who put them on and picked up an old phone. He unlocked it easily and saw the background image of Eleanor and a brown haired man, the same man that bumped into him that night. "It can't be. This isn't his thing." Harry shot up, bagged the phone and walked out the house. "Horan, I want you to come back to the office with me. Payne, stay with Malik." The two men nodded and Niall followed Harry to the car.

An hour later of looking through the phone, Harry found a video in the gallery. He stood up, walked to Niall and Liam's desk and pointed to a quiet room. The two men followed and sat down, Harry eventually found how to share the phone screen and looked at his colleagues and friends. "Now we find out if I'm right or wrong."

The video started playing, a white wall showing in the background then the sound of a cough and a man walked into the screen and smiled a dazzling smile. "Hello Mr Styles. Long time no see. I am very sorry about the mess I made. It wasn't meant to happen. El was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hope you're okay Mr Styles, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other very soon. Have fun. Goodbye." He winked towards the camera and it shut off.

Harry dropped the phone and stared at the image of the man on the screen, he felt a random pull in his stomach and he faced towards Niall and Liam. "I was right wasn't I?" Niall looked at Harry and nodded. "Not going to lie Harry mate, I didn't think he'd be capable of killing." Harry nodded again looking at the face of the man. "He's been laying low for a year, why come back now? He's getting sloppy. He wants us to know it's him." The questions Harry has running through his mind consist of two things, one, where are you and two, who are you?