Part 7

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Harry's POV 

As soon as the man hung up the phone, I lost it.

"Do something!" I yell at anyone and everyone. 

"Harry-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I cut whoever started the sentence off. 

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, and I instantly turn into them. I bury my face into their neck, knowing it was Zayn because of the faint smell of cigarette smoke. I let one sob out, hoping i could choke back any sobs that come after that, but to no avail. My knees buckle, and give out, collapsing to the floor. A knock came to the door directing all of our attention over there.

"I'll get it." Paul mumbles.

"Hello, I'm Officer Malcolm and this is Officer Leon." 

"Come in." Paul leads the way, stopping the officers in front of me.

"Mr. Styles, I'm Officer Malcolm, you can just call me Jeff. We're going to need to talk to you. Get as much information as we can to help get your girlfriend home safely." 

I nod, still sitting on the floor, knowing if I got up I'd end back down here anyways.

"When's the last time you had contact with Miss. Breyer?" Officer Leon asked.

"Uh, around 3:30, she said she was going back here to change, then meet me at the concert." I mumbled.

"She called or texted?" he asks again.

"Does it matter?" I snap. I pull out my phone, and toss it at one of them. 

"You're going to ask for it anyways." I mumble. 

"Harry, the more cooperative you are, the faster we can get Colin back." Liam says.

"The man had just called, no more than five minutes ago. But it was from a blocked number. " Louis put out there. 

"Can you tell me what he said?" Officer Malcolm, Jeff, asked.

"Not much," I look down at my hands, curled into fists. "I told him to drop her off somewhere and no charges would be pressed. Then he said something about how he can't let someone as beautful as Colin go that easily. Then-" a sob escapes, "then Colin screamed and he hung up. I swear to god if he hurts her I'll kill him." I grit my teeth.

"We'll make sure it won't come to that Mr. Styles." Jeff said.

"Well if it does, you'll know who murdered him." I mumbled.

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Still no feedback, and I'm not sure if I wanna continue or not. Plus it's my birthday!(: yay 17! Please vote and leave comments and stuff! Byeeee. 

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