Time Bomb ⇨ larry a.u ✔

01

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Three days later...

The first thing Styles feel when he wakes up is a punch to the jaw. And apparently there's a bag over his head. But the last thing he remembered was being taken away by the police. Since when have police officers become so secretive and put unwashed bags on the criminals heads?

"Good morning, Harry." As if on cue, the bag was ripped off from his head.

Styles nearly hissed when the bright lights hit his eyes in the small, confined room. There was a man standing in front of him and them two bulky police guards on either side of Styles, along with a police officer guarding the door.

When Styles didn't reply, the man continued. "Don't worry, Styles. You'll be cleaned up after we are done talking."

Once the unnamed man said that, Styles felt gross. He looked down at himself and noticed his black, steal-toe boots were mucked with nonsense, his blue jeans were torn at the knees and on the inner thigh. Styles had his arms handcuffed to the table in front of him and his hands were bloody, dirty, and had cuts all over his palms. The table have Styles the ability to see his own appearance and man, he did not like it. He had a bruised has already- thanks, asshole he thought to himself -and a cut lip. His hair was pulled back into a bun cause it was long.

"Why am I here?" Styles finally spoke up, pressing his eyebrows together.

"Because you have committed a crime. You are a murderer." Harry looked at the man's name tag. He was part of the SGS (Secret Government Services) and his name was Ethan Borrow.

"Well, Ethan," Styles sat back, becoming comfortable. "The whole Government is a murderer. You killed a man right before my own eyes."

"Harry you killed one too."

"I've only killed that one man."

"And that why you are going to jail." Ethan walked around and Styles laughed.

"Because I was being attacked? I defended myself and now I'm being thrown in jail. Man. I need to update my Complete Bullshit card." Styles chuckled to himself.

Ethan stood next to Harry and have one of the police officers a slight now towards Styles and before he knew it, he was being punched in the jaw again. Styles moaned in pain and spit out blood on the floor.

"You might want to stop doing that," Styles warned.

"We need to ask you a few questions before we get down to business." Ethan started and grabbed a file off the table.

"Well, I may be gay but I don't want to see a foursome happening with you guys." Styles joked. No one answered him.

"How old are you?" Ethan asked.

"Twenty one."

"Birthday?"

"February 1st, 2024."

"Full name?"

"Styles." Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Were you attending college?"

"Yeah, actually. Funny story: I was getting a degree in becoming a prick like you guys, but now I'm here. What I mean is, I wanted to become a police officer." Styles said, smiling.

Ethan threw the file on the table and walked back to the end of the table, taking a seat.

"Where is that case?" Ethan looked at Styles.