Work isn't my favorite part of the day but it's definitely better than sitting at home all day and rotting In bed with depression. I've always had a passion for art and it's the only other way for me to let out my emotions without putting more cuts into my skin, so I became a sketch artist.
As I walked into the police station I kept my head down and walked straight into my office. I plopped down in my chair and let out a sigh as I began looking at the people I had to talk to later today for the descriptions.
When you think about it it's kinda sad how many cruel people there are in this world, just like the people who killed my sister and my mom. It was a quiet Saturday evening and we all were heading to bed after our family game night. We all fell asleep around 12 and were so oblivious to the two drunk men that had escaped the prison only 5 miles away from our house that lit our house on fire. I had woken up because of the heat and realized our house was in flames so I decided to make a run for it and ran outside.
I used my phone to call 911 but when they got there it was already too late and I saw my mom and sister getting pulled out in body bags. I couldn't bear to watch the scene in front of me any longer so I fell to my knees and started sobbing uncontrollably.
I was soon pulled out of my thought's by a gentle knock on my office door. "Come in" I said as a short man that couldn't be over 5'9 with beautiful blue eyes and feathery hair walked into my office. " hello, uhm my names Louis Tomlinson I'm sorry if I'm bothering you." He said as he stumbled a little. "I just figured I would come and say hi because I'm the new sketch artist that will be working with you."
I can't lie he was breath taking and so adorable with his glasses. " oh no you aren't bothering me at all, it's nice to meet you my names Harry styles." I said as I exited a hand for him to shake. He gladly accepted it and continued speaking.
"Well it's nice to meet you Harry. I should get going back to my office though, I need to prepare for the people I need to talk to later for the descriptions." "Maybe we could hang out later today during our lunch break?"Louis said with a smile and a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Yeah sounds good. Good luck" Harry replied. And with that Louis was on his way. Harry couldn't help but check out his ass and he had to admit that it was pretty perfect but he would never tell Louis that. But even more importantly Louis asked him out to lunch. The thought of that flustered Harry and he started to blush.
Later that day Harry met with the first pair of witnesses. " hello, my names Harry. I'll be your sketch artist for today. Could you describe this man for me please?" The lady dressed in a light blue dress with white lace responded. " from what I could see he had a very square face and a long nose. He also had blonde hair that was short and kind of spiked, and he had on ovular glasses."
"ok is that all you can remember?"
" yes i'm sorry, it all happened so fast it was hard to get a good look at him." the lady said as she looked at me apoligeticaly.
I smiled reassuring her " that's ok any detales we can get to know about him are very helpful. i'm going to send you over to our other sketch artist louis and if you can think of anything else let him know." " ok thank you" she said as she walked out the door.
Louis POV:
As I'm preparing my materials for my sketch I hear a knock at my door. "Come in" I say as I greet the lady that had just walked in with a smile. She was short, had brown,curly hair that kind of like Harry's, and was wearing a blue dress.
"Hi I'm Louis, how are you?"
" Hi I'm grace, I'm good and you?"
" I'm insouciant" I say as I see the confused look on her face.
" what does that mean?"
I smile at her confusion " it means indifferent"
"Oh ok, good to know I'll have to add it to my vocabulary" she says laughingWe both take a seat and she tells me what she saw and described the suspect as having a square face, short spiked hair, oval shaped glasses, and was apparently very muscular and had tattoos. I wonder if Harry has any tattoos?
I mentally slap myself. I need to stop thinking about Harry and finish with my client. " ok is that all you can remember?" I say as I write down everything the lady said. " uhm yeah I think I so. Sorry for got giving more details about him it's been a long day." She said with a look of despondency on her face.
" it's ok don't beat yourself up over it. Any information we can get will help us a lot.
" yeah your right, ok well I need to catch my bus for work so I'll be looking forward to seeing if you guys catch him." " ok have a nice day." I say as she left and closed the door.Now that I'm left alone there's nothing to distract me from thinking about Harry. I mean you can't blame me. Harry was handsome, had beautiful green eyes, has a nice smile,he's a gentleman, and he's just my type. I really shouldn't be crushing over him like this. I don't even know what his sexuality is and even if he was gay or bi I wouldn't be his type anyway.
Just as I'm thinking this, I hear a knock on my office door, and it opens.
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The burn beneath your fingers
FanfictionHarry styles was a very quiet kid and didn't have a lot of friends. What would happen after his family was burned alive and he had to watch it unfold? How would he cope? Would he ever have to courage to talk to people again and make friends? Or even...