Detective Horan [njh]

One ; Horan's Story

Niall Horan - June 8, 2013

"What made you decide to be in the detective business?" My partner, Harry Styles asked. I have never told anyone why I really wanted to be a detective. 

My deceased girlfriend was brutally murdered and raped all for 37$... It was awful. I sighed and put my cup of tea down. "Do you really want to know, Styles?" "Obviously if I asked.." His thick British accent was like music to my ears. 

"Well the reason I really wanted to be a detective was because one of my very good f-friends was um... Murdered and I just wanted to get justice for her." "Oh. I'm sorry I asked..." Harry said in a quiet tone.

That only meant he was nervous. If anyone else knew him better, it was me. I spent most of my time with him considering he was my best friend in high school. He was the nerd that everyone picked on, and not saying he still doesn't look the part, but at least he's a decent partner. 

"It's fine." I sighed picking up my cup of tea and sipping it again. "We have Molly Stones waiting for you in the waiting area." Our assistant, Gretchen called. I simply nodded and strutted over to the waiting room to interview Molly Stones.

We found her last night kneeling over a guy while he was shot in the head. We haven't had any ID on the guy, but I'm hoping she'll tell us everything we need to know. "Hello, are you Molly Stones?"  I ask totally aware that she is.

"Yes." She says quietly. "Please come with me." I motion to an interview room and she gets up and shuffles to the room. I close the door and turn on this light switch -that doesn't turn on lights, it records the interview-.

I sat down and turned on the big light on the ceiling. "So my understanding is that you lost your boyfriend in that tragic scene?" She nodded and sniffled a bit. I do feel sorry for her, but I have to treat her just like a criminal.

"What was his name?" I ask. "Greg... Greg Moran." She stuttered. I have a brother named Greg... "Do you know any of his friends? Or if he had any enemies?" "No one would hurt Greg, I don't know who would have the dark heart to do this." She said raising her voice a bit.

"What do you think the um-- killers motive was?" I questioned. I know it was hard for her to answer because believe me, I know what it's like to be interrogated and it's not fun. "I loved him..." She started.

"I have three su--suspects... Either Timothy, a man he worked with a while back, Derek, his step-father, or Gracen, his former girlfriend.." She stated. I nodded and asked a few more questions. "Last question, will you be able to represent yourself on the stand for trial?" 

"Y-You think I did this?" "No ma'am, but we still need you to testify and someone to account for all of your whereabouts that evening." She sighed, "None of you officers know what it's like to have someone you love be taken away. No one does."

I do, I really do. It's awful. You feel like you're trapped, with no where to go. You feel helpless and confused. Not really knowing of what to do.

"I do... If it's any consolation, I know exactly how you're feeling. You feel lost and unsure of yourself. You also feel like it was your fault and you should have been the one to die." "How do you know that?" "Because I've felt it before." I said boldly putting my hand on top of hers.

"Horan, you done?" Harry asked. I looked up and noticed he was watching me. "Yeah Styles, go on ahead." I blushed and quickly sprinted out of the room. "Wait!" Molly called after me. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Horan, detective Horan." I shook her hand and walked off to the coffee room. I sure could use some more tea... After I got my tea, I turned around and saw my boss, Shauna standing there. "Yes?" I asked setting my mug down again.

"I saw you, Horan. Don't think I didn't see your little move on miss-priss in there. Be professional, you need to treat her like a witness, not a love-interest." She stated. "I know, Shauna. I was just comforting her."

"Right, well did you get her to testify on the stand?" "I did, indeed." "Nice work, Horan." She patted me on the back and left me to collect my thoughts in the break room.