Before - H.S

thirteen

Harry Styles:

I can still here gun shots coming from across the room and as I try to stop Flo from screaming by covering her mouth, I look at the door of the club. I knew it, its him. I need to get him, before he gets me. I try to get Flo to cover her own mouth to muffle the sounds of her terrified whimpers. I see a fire exit that I can get through, I already know that he must have a getaway car down one of the alley ways around here. As soon as I am through the exit, I grab my gun from the inside of my jacket and get ready just encase I encounter an accomplice, but as far as I know he is usually solo.

I feel a sinking feeling, I never expected his next move to be a mass murder. If I had known I would have done something to prevent it. I know that he is there because of me, I just left all of those people there to get shot send maybe even die, but I know that the goal is to catch him, he has done it again. It's too late now. The mission is to prevent any more future damage.

Before I can even feel that bad about leaving those people, a feeling of relief kicks in as it always does. It's like my body's customised hormone. In my job if you let feelings, empathy rule your life, you can keep doing the job. Simple. So, I guess my body and brain have figured out a way to block it out and compensate for it in some way.

I get to the bottom of the alley way and see a car that has its engine on and immediately I know that it is the getaway car. I approach the car very slowly and I can see a man glued to his phone inside, he looks as if he is waiting on a text from someone. For a getaway driver he seems very unaware of his surroundings. There's no way I would depend on him to get me away from a crime scene. It's the only car I can see in the area and he is still acting very suspicious. He has his hood up and a bandana covering his face. No matter what his part is in all of this he has to be involved in some way.

I get closer and closer to the car, trying to be as quiet and slow as I can to stop the guy from noticing me. I get right next to the car and place my hand carefully on the door handle. As I am about to open the door, I can hear his phone, it sounds like he got a text from someone. I can feel my whole body go tense. I pray that the text isn't from the shooter or I'm screwed. Luckily the guy carry's on scrolling through his phone and I know that I'm safe, well I hope so anyway. Without hesitation I burst into his car and sit in the seat behind the driver and slam the door behind me.

"Let me guess, you're the getaway driver" I say pointing the gun at the back of his head

"Who are you!" the man yells at me.

"Hayden Simmons, FBI" I say showing him my badge in the reflection of the mirror

"Shit" The man says and as he does, he pushes his foot down on the excel orator and the car screeches down the road.

Well, I'm fucked with this one.

The last thing I expected is for the moron to start driving, god knows where he is going to take me. It wouldn't be the first time I'd been held captive but to be honest I can't be bothered with this today. I garb my phone as the guy dangerously swings the car onto a busy main road.

Louis immediately answers

"Mate, where are you?" he asks

"I am in a car with a getaway driver, just call him now please!" I yell praying that the car doesn't smash into a building

"What the fuck do I do?" I ask louis

"Shoot him" louis says bluntly

"But then we would..." I begin

"Crash, I know. It's your only option harry, unless you want our boss to fire you for getting yourself kidnapped, who knows that could get you killed in itself, you have pushed the boundaries way too much harry and we both know this could cost you. Your bets odds are hoping you survive whatever collision you have to endure." He says reluctantly