Nefarious {Harry Styles A.U}

Nine

It doesn't seem to matter what time of day it is, there will always be at least one random car sitting in the middle of a parking lot. Whether or not it would have been abandoned for the night or simply just left there for a split second whilst the owner ran to the 7/11 across the street for a midnight snack; there was always one.

Although, this didn't seem to bother the dark figure as they strolled so leisurely through the dimply lit parking lot towards the old clapped out silver hatchback at the far end.

Clearly this parking lot hadn't been used for commercial purposes in a while. The street lights that stood in between rows were no longer lit and the lines on the asphalt had worn off. It was the perfect place to hide something as sinister- and yet so innocent looking- as a body.

The man being dragged from the trunk of the car was slim, clearly not dieting properly and weak. At least they were before the public had played some kind of sick game of would you rather?.

The man was dragged to a side wall by two dark figures, being sat up against it like he was some dummy in a play, his head falling to one side causing his dark matted fringe to cover his burnt forehead.

"Sorry it had to end this way, darlin'" The figure spoke from in front of the dead man, picking his head up by his chin and examining their handy-work. "But Detective Styles is going to love you." They grinned at the man in front of them and let his head drop back down.

"Hey!" A voice called from behind them, dragging them back into the parking lot. "Are you done admiring your project? Only the sad fuck from parking space A-3 is on his way back." It was a warning that had the two hurrying to finish what they went there to do.

"See you soon." The figure breathed, ruffling the man's hair before taking off back to the silver hatchback, starting the engine as soon as both doors had closed.

"If you're not careful, you're going to get caught." The passenger warned, pushing back their hood so they could see properly.

"I've been doing this a lot longer than you think; I know what I'm doing." The driver responded, pulling out of the parking lot, leaving the entrance in the dark.

"Styles is just waiting for you to fuck up, all I'm saying is you need to be careful. I don't want to see you go to jail for this."

"I wasn't looking for your opinion." The other bit back, rolling their eyes before turning on the stereo to drown out the deafening silence that had fallen between the pair.

*

The case had finally taken it's toll on every member of the team that was currently working the case and so Harry had taken off, heading to the bar that Alexandra had been picked up from a few nights ago.

He didn't feel the need to call her and tell her where he was, in actual fact he was hoping she was gone by the time he got back to his house, at least then maybe he would be able to get some decent sleep.

With a whisky in his hand, Harry blocked out the sounds of the loud chatter around the room. Each person was playing with events that seemed so small in comparison to the shit Harry was currently dealing with.

"Detective?" The familiar female voice managed to worm its way through Harry's sound barrier, though he managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

"Alex? You're out?" Harry wasn't exactly sure it was safe for her to be running around the streets at god knows what time, especially at the same bar she'd been picked up at the night previous.

"My best friend wanted me to come out and celebrate with her. She's just broken up with her twig of a boyfriend so we're drinking a lot of alcohol." The red head next to him nodded her head over to a rather loud girl with dark curly hair who was currently knocking back what seemed to be her third or fourth Jack Daniels.

"Congratulations to her." Harry raised his glass a little as a mocking toast before settling back into his previous position.

"Lex!" The sound of a new female voice echoed, and this time Harry actually did roll his eyes.
This was the bar Harry loved to drink in. He came in here every time he had a rough case just so he could clear his head and think over the days events. Although now it was currently being overridden by a drunk girl and her best friend. "So this is the hot detective?" The friend of Alexandra's leant against the bar and surveyed the detective in front of her. "Are you Australian?" Her narrowing eyes seemed to make both Alexandra and Harry uncomfortable.

"He's British, Malia" Alexandra laugh nervously.

"I prefer Aussies. I mean he's hot Lex, he's your type." The dark hair girl shrugged before walking away towards a group of men who seemed to be cat-calling her from the other side of the room until they had her attention.

"Sorry about her, she gets this way when she's drunk." Both people left at the bar seemed to be just as uncomfortable as the other when it came to the actions of Alexandra's best friend. Although, Harry wasn't going to mention what she was saying. In fact, there was a part of him that felt quite flattered that Alexandra would find him attractive. She was incredibly beautiful herself, although Harry never had time now-a-days for any kind of relationship. Maybe that's why he was so tense all the time; though he'd never really thought of it that way.

"It's fine, she seems like fun."

"She is. I'm going to stay with her tonight, if that's okay? I don't need anyone to escort me, I think she'll be fine. She knows a lot of defensive moves." Alexandra chuckles but almost shouts her apology at Harry as she bolts towards her best friend. Apparently 'Malia' was about to break a guys arm because he'd grabbed her ass. At least Alexandra would be safe with her. Probably a lot safer with her than with Harry.

"You want another?" The barman had finally ventured over to Harry, noticing the now empty whisky glass in front of him.

"Better not. I have somewhere to be." He thanked the barman and waved to Alexandra as he left the bar. The only place he could go right now was back to the precinct. He wanted to bury his head back into this case.