One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's A Cop //Harry//

"911, what's your emergency?"

You held the phone close to your ear, sighing in relief when you heard the 911 operator. You wiped your eyes, bringing your hand to your mouth.
"I'm being kidnapped," you whispered frantically. "I was at westbury ball, when some guy attacked me." You cried softly into the phone. You could still hear the car running and the radio playing.
"Ma'am can I have your name?" The operator requests.
"Y/n," you whisper.
"Y/n we're tracking your phone as we speak, but I'm going to need you stay on the line for as long as possible. Can you do that for me?"
"Y-yes."
"Good, do you have an idea of what this person looks like?"
You ran through your thoughts, going back to the moment of abduction.
"He's tall, maybe 6ft or more. He has a scar on the left side of his face that runs from his eyebrow to his lips." You started describing him.
"Very good...anything else?"
You nod, "yeah, he talks funny. Almost as if he were autistic. He kept calling me Laury." You tell the operator, straining your neck to hear what was happening in the car.
"We've tracked your phone, we'll be sending some officers your way."
"Thank you." You sniffle, feeling more tears swell in your eyes.

His POV

Harry sat at his desk, his legs sprawled out on his desk.
Knock knock.
"Come in." He says picking up a dart and throwing it to the dart board. The dart hits the center directly, causing Harry to smile in triumphs. "Yes?" Harry stares at the 911 operator.
"There's a reported kidnapping on line 5, Alex is on the phone with the victim trying to keep her calm." The operator explained. Harry stood up grabbing his gun holster. He put that on and placed all his weapons in there.
"Was the call tracked?" He asked walking to the operator.
The operator brought him to the room, where you were on the line. Harry took a look at the location.