Privileged Murder

Twelve

- Carried on from where the last chapter ended -

< Harry's POV >

I was practically in floods of tears by the time I pulled back into my driveway at home, I knew I shouldn't have driven in the state I was in, I should've stopped or pulled over but I needed to get home. I drove slower and took the back roads as I couldn't trust myself to drive fast on the main roads whilst I was that emotional, it was 10:30 pm by the time I got home and I wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and fall fast asleep but I had case notes and crime scene photos to get through. Liam had also emailed through Zayn's forensic report and sent me the results so I had to catch myself up to the rest of the team before going back into the station tomorrow. With my mind, at the moment I'm lucky if I get any sleep at all.

3rd October, 8:00 am

Well, I definitely got sleep, no work is done though. I clearly read over case notes for no more than ten minutes then was out cold on my sofa surrounded by papers. I woke to the sun beaming through my windows, clearly, I forgot to close the curtains in my living room. Looking at the clock on my wall I realised it was 8 in the morning. Shit. I'm late

I rushed around to get changed as I was still in my shirt and trousers that I have been wearing for the past three days. I pulled on some jeans and the closest hoodie to me that had been thrown over the back of my sofa, and went to grab my keys.

As I approached my counter to where my bunch of keys were I realised I hadn't had a shower for two days, ugh. Nor have I worked out, well I've burnt calories in one way or another but I don't think our activities really count as a workout. I felt like shit, and I probably looked like shit as well.

My mind went back to that night and I was between crying and getting turned on thinking about it. Someone banging loudly on my front door knocked me out of my trance so I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door. I swung it open ready to leave, not expecting the person to be that close to the doorstep. I knocked straight into them

"Oops, I'm so sorry," I said as I picked my keys up off the floor

"Hi Harry" I know that voice

I looked up to see Louis standing over me, looking worn out

I managed to find the strength to stand up but I couldn't manage to fathom a response so I just stared at him

"I'm really sorry for just turning up, I couldn't sleep and I just- I- I'm really don't-" He was stuttering trying to get his sentence out

I was already late for work and if I stayed looking at him any longer I would have either punched him or started crying and I don't think either choice would've ended well

I just pushed past him and headed for my car "You shouldn't have come, I've got to go"

"Harry please-" I don't know what else he said as I got into my car and slammed the door

He was now standing at the driver's side window looking at me, I could see his lips moving but I couldn't hear anything. The thing with a bulletproof car is that not much sound can get in either

I put my key in the ignition and revved the engine whilst looking at him, he then took a step back onto the grass. Even though I wanted to get out of there I wasn't going to be stupid so I made sure he was at a safe distance before I pulled away.