Don't Let Me Go - Harry Styles Fanfic

*Harry's pov*

"Babe," I heard a soft whisper in my ear, the sound of the alarm heard between gentle words of a voice I knew too well. Hot breath hit my skin along my neck causing me to shiver,

along with a small soft hand gently rubbing circles along my bare chest.

Out of being used to getting up at five-thirty every morning, my tired arm practically moved itself as I reached over the bed and turned the annoying beep of the alarm off. My eyes slowly opened and met the beautiful deep blue ones I had fallen in love with.

Laying below me was my beautiful girlfriend. Her deep brown curls with light tips at the end were fanned out across the bed, some hanging over the edge due to the length of it. That small bang she had was on her forehead, and her smile appeared that still sent a warm feeling through my body. Reaching up, I gently pushed the hair off of her forehead, then dropped my neck and softly kissed her lips.

"You're gonna be late," she whispered between kisses, her hand sliding softly up my chest and to my cheek.

I pulled away and turned my head into her palm, and gave it a gentle kiss before climbing off of the bed.

Unlike your usual business man and women cliche work clothes, mine represented something a bit different.

Changing in the bathroom, I pulled on my pants and my bullet proof vest, along with my button up shirt. I put my belt on, then added all the of the attachments: Taser, Gun, flashlight, etc. I attached my cellphone along with me communication device. Pinning my badge to the right side of my chest, I looked at myself in the mirror. This was who I am. This was what I did. I saved lives.

Stepping out, I turned off the light and glanced over to the bed where my beautiful girlfriend lay, now back sound asleep. I saw it. That usual smile she had on her lips as she slept. I walked over and knelt down by the edge of the bed. Sliding my hand gently onto her face, I pushed some of her hair behind her ear. "Goodbye Alaina." I whispered in her ear. Her movement caused me to move away. Sighing, she turned onto her back and let out a deep breath. My deep chuckle echoed through the quiet room, then I left for another long day of saving lives.

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Pushing my way through the medal doors, I arrived at the NYPD(New York Police Deparment). "Hey Harry," I was greeted. I only gave a small nod, before walking to my chief's office. I knocked softly and waited.

"Come in."

"You wanted me in early. Something wrong chief?"

"The case about the girls being kidnapped and raped, have you heard or found anything on them again? I told you we're running out of time."

A frown formed on my lips. I had searched. But these men were tricky. Smart. They hid themselves well.

"I have searched, yet it seems to prove unaffective. They're good chief-"

"And you should be better." He cut in, finally looking up to meet my eyes. He stood from his desk and held out a thick stack of files. "Here's the descriptions of the men, the girls. Where they've been, what buildings, and who they seem to be targeting. Get to work Mr. Styles. Before they rape another girl."

Taking them, I nodded, holding back an aggravated sigh I so desperately wanted to let out. "Yes sir." I breathed.

Walking out of his office, I looked around the station. People rushed around, men I worked with working on cases of their own. It hit me how terrible this world was. People killed. Men forced girls into having sex with them. Others drank and drove. All for what?

Was it for personal gain?

All of it made me sick. The only reason I still found joy being on this planet was because of the beautiful girl I had laying at home currently. Every single detail about her was perfect.

So why was the world so cruel?

Dropping the files down onto my small desk, I sat down in the chair and opened the cover. A man's photo was stapled to the top left corner. "Julio Rodriguez." I whispered. My eyes trailed down the paper to his description.

Age: 45

Sex: male

Hair: medium length, dark brown

Weight: 178 lbs

Height: 6'1

Stopping myself there, I continued to the page beside it.

This was the description of what the man had done and how many years he served in jail for it once he was caught.

"Found guilty of raping 19 women and counting. No women have been discovered or found dead or alive. His locations have been in homes. Sentence of a lifetime in prison.." I said aloud, trailing my finger along the words as I read. I stopped myself with a sigh.

Hooking my finger under the corner of the page, I flipped it. Another man who worked with him, and another.

Flipping once more I found the girls we had discovered 'missing in action'.

"Alice Bernadette. Age 19. Blonde hair, freckles, weight 124 lb, height 5'4" It read.

I gripped the paper a little tighter. My heart hurt to see how young of a women this was, it was angered too. The girl, Not even twenty, now gone, and being forced into something I couldn't imagine. Although I have seen terrible things in my life, I would do anything to Save the life of an innocent teenage girl. Closing the files, I closed my eyes too and began to think.

If I was Julio Rodriguez, where would I go?

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Thanks all guys. Hope you enjoy it. Ill be posting later on this week hopefully. If not the next :)